Breathe Out

One Day

'August 6, 2007

School starts soon. I hope I can start 1st grade with my mom. Dad said mom finally got out of her pickle! I really am happy that she did. I want her to come get me really really soon. Dad told me she can't, and that Bubi will. I guess that is okay too. As long as I get to see her. So,

I got in trouble today with Sara. I was sitting on the couch, and Tate tripped over a pillow. But she thought I tripped and pushed him. But I didn't. He pulled all the pillows down and ran. It wasn't my fault. Sara didn't care though.

She made me get 2 dictionaries and the rice bowl. I listened to her and gave them to her. She went into the kitchen and poured some rice on to the floor. She went into the cabinet and got out a bottle of Tabasco sauce. I had to open my mouth and lift my tongue up. She poured almost the while thing under my tongue and told me I can't swallow it at all!

Then she made me kneel in the rice with my feet off the ground and my arms flat out, and she put a dictonary on each hand. They were really heavy! I wasn't allowed to let my arms or legs droop or I had to start all over.

I had to do this until dad came home. It was 230 and dad comes home at 600 every night! It was really unfair!! It hurt so badly. I have rice stuck in my knee and it's bleeding. Stupid Sara. I hate her, I wish she wasn't with my dad. Ugh! I have to take a bath. They are yelling at me. Night,
Marianne'