Dear diary,
Today was the first day of school. I didn't see why I should go. Emma saw me before I saw her. She ran up behind me. She pushed me into the wall and ran off, nobody saw her of course.
My mom saw the bruse on my face, but she didn't say anything to me about it. She just went over to the table and went through the mail I brought to her.
I get to go to dad's house this weekend because the protective services people said that he has some medication to help him with anger management. This will be the first time I've gotten to see him in over a year. I just hope the medication works. I never tried to get in his way, but I was just so good at it. I know he loved me of course.
Goodnight,
Hannah
