My First Diary [Skephalo]

Daisies don't fly

When we made it home I went to my room and changed my clothes. Down stairs I heard yelling, from Dad and Skeppy. They didn't fight often but this was different than usual because, they would just argue, but this was yelling. Skeppy was swearing, Dad didn't like that. I'm not sure what they were fighting about, because all the things they said would keep changing, the meaning of their words, and the way they said them. It scared me, so I just stayed in my room. I heard the front door slam shut, I assumed that was Skeppy because Dad didn't slam doors even when he was mad. Silence filed the house after the door slammed I waited for anything a moment of noise or bang, nothing the sound of the wind outside the sound of rain hitting the leaves on the trees. My dark room suddenly lit from my window, the trees branched made shadows move. I heard the voice of Dad and Skeppy in the static muffled sound of the rain. The car door slammed shut and the light faded away. The sound of rain, wind, trees in the wind. Quite the opposite off that day I can't forget. A time when Dad and Skeppy were at their happiness, and us as a family.

Monday morning, time to head back to school after what had happened. I know no one will make fun of me, like in the orphanage. There people would talk about me, call me stupid or strange. The worst part of it is they sometimes said it behind my back, the only way I knew is because I can hear them right next to me they say things like, I'd never get picked or no one will ever love me. Sometimes I think Dad adopted me out of petty. I walked to the class room and looked in the first cubby, the book was there I opened it. He had written in it the whole week.

'Why did you put the book in here?'
'I didn't expect you to be pandas.'
'Why aren't you here?'
'Will you be back next week?'
'I'm still waiting.'
'I have no one to talk to when your not here.☹︎'
'Are you coming back?'
'We can talk in person now. Unless you don't like me.'
'Still waiting, pandas.'

He still wanted to be friends. Even though he knows I can kill, I ruined everything, I'm the most awful person to be friends with, no one will like him if he's friends with me, and he still chooses to be my friend. I write down, 'Hello, invisible.' I sit down at my desk after putting the book back in the cubbyhole. The rest of the day I slowly realized invisible wasn't there, even though I knew he wasn't there I still went in the gym. We had inside recess because of the rain. I sat down in the gym looking around. I felt alone like I did at the orphanage, a similar feeling. A kid with a black shirt had a basketball that got away, I picked it up standing up and held it out to him. A similar thing happened to me in the orphanage. I hated the feeling. The kid looked at me and backed away. I looked down no fire, I dropped the ball and sat down, I watched the boy go back to his group, and whisper,
"Fire boy just touch my basketball."
"Ew." A girl looked in my direction I look down to avoid her eyes.
"He's so weird. Maybe if he didn't set fire, he'd be cute." The two girls in the group giggled. The three boys look at me, "no way, I heard he likes boys."
"What? He doesn't look like it." One of the girls said.
"Yeah, he wrote a love letter to Karl."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
I got up and left the gym, and went to the class room I grabbed the book and written down, 'are you here. Can we meet?' 'Please.'
I slammed closed the book. I was angry it slowly faded in to sadness. I compromises it as much as I can.
"I want to go home." The lady at the front desk looks at me.
"What's your name?"
"Sapnap."
"Oh." She gets up immediately and starts daling Dad'd number. I sit in the chair and listen to the lady on the call.
"He says he wants to go home. Like he doesn't feel good." She puts the phone down and stand there, doesn't sit down. Looks at me in disgust. I feel like everyone hates me. What did I do wrong? At home Dad, Skeppy, and I sit on the couch and watch TV. Dad and Skeppy are cuddling against each other, like they didn't fight last night. I realized that if they did get into a fight, Dad would be the one to slam doors or raise his voice. He doesn't get upset like that often. I like being with Dad and Skeppy, I don't feel alone. I like our happy family.