Philip Michael Lester
Age: 7
Time: 4:38pm
Home/Wokingham,UK. June 11, 1998Today is my birthday.
This morning I woke up, and it was raining. Again.
I hopped out of bed, and slid through my door out into the hall and walked too the top of the stairs.
Mummy wasn't here, again.
And I think that daddy is, but he told me not to talk to him last night because he might get mad again.
I hate when daddy gets mad with mummy because mummy gets sad.
She always goes away for a while when she's sad and when she comes back she doesn't talk to daddy until she has to go away again.
I don't want to get in their way, because daddy told me once that if I did, he would do to my eye what he did to mummy's once.
Everyone at school thinks I don't like having friends but I really would like some.
A boy named Daniel gave me a hug today which was nice.
I don't think I've ever been hugged.
It feels weird to be held to someone's body, like you're sharing each other.
I like Daniel. He's always nice to me.
I wonder if Daniel likes me back, not in the like-like way.
I just wonder if he thinks I'm not scary.
I think everyone is scared because I don't like to talk.
That's because I don't want to get in people's ways incase they get annoyed by me like Katie Fishcer does.
Even when I don't say anything in class, she'll still throw balled up paper at me and mouth the word "queer".
I don't even know what that means, but it mustn't be nice if Katie is saying it, because Katie is nasty.
I wish for one year I got a birthday cake like you see in movies.
It's be nice to see the candles go out because of my breathe.
I am Philip Lester, and today I turned 7 years old.
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