25 December 2002
It’s Christmas day today!!!! I’ve just got this diary, it’s all I really wanted, Dad said it’s rude to be writing when Granny and Grandpa have just arrived, but what’s the point, they don’t pay any attention to me anyway. Well, Granny’s ok she is always giving me a hug and saying ‘hello’ but Grandpa thinks that I’m growing up too quickly but I’m not, all I do is write stories. Mum says they are quite good. She told me that if I’m going to write stories I might want to make use of them. So, I sent a few to the publisher, and we haven’t heard from him yet.
Moving on from that subject …. Christmas is going pretty well. Grandpa said,
‘Oh Megan, well done, you have passed your ‘O’ Levels! Here is a little extra gift for you’. Granny and Grandpa seem to be happy that she passed.
P.S. Megan’s my eldest sister.
‘Oh and don’t let me forget to take you training for your squash. Did you know that your grand daughter is playing squash for South Africa!’ and some might say that dad is showing off about Megan. Did I mention… ‘HARRAH, HARRAH, just look at that report! Twenty…… three A’s well done Hannah that’s a great mark and I hear your tennis is coming on very well’
Oh Hannah this and Megan that, and me? What about me? This is why I write in my diary, so that I can talk to some-one. When -ever I talk to any of my parents I feel like I am interrupting something and that they don’t want to listen to any of my problems and they have something better to talk about. I better stop writing and go see and join in with what-ever all the others are doing. Dad’s now shouting at me to unlock my door and come say ‘hello’ so I’ll do it, I’ll probably write again tomorrow. Well now I really have to go, bye.
27 December 2002
I think dad is still mad at me, he keeps saying I’m being anti-social. Mum’s standing up for me (as usual) and saying that it would be usual for a kid (I think she should stop calling me that because a kid is a baby goat) to go play with the nice things she got for Christmas and that it was fine. Dad’s arguing, as usual. There is complete war going on down stairs as I write. I think I even heard a window smash! I really don’t know where this is leading. I wish I hadn’t been so stubborn in the first place. I think mum’s crying she said something like this, ‘because of your commotion about the diary I couldn’t announce the big news’
I think mum isn’t sad about the so called ‘commotion’ she’s sad she didn’t get to announce the news, that probably no one knows about, well I don’t know about my sisters, but haven’t heard anything. I hope mum is ok. Dad can live with it but I hope mum can. Here we go again, wait, is that dad’s car, oh no it is. Where is he going? I hope he’ll come back. Dad’s never driven off in a silly fight like this; actually he has never run away. Not once.
I hope that everything is going to work itself out. I hope it’s not a divorce. I want to cry but I just can’t. Maybe I’m happy that dad’s gone. Maybe I’m happy for mum for not having to deal with dad. I don’t know.
It’s quite unusual. What is the so called ‘big news’? I better not talk to mum about it; she’ll start crying even more than she is now. Oh go away Twinkle, she’s my new dog she’s licking me right now as I’m writing. Here is a picture of her. She is cute, hey?
She is good comfort, but Twinkle gets annoying after a while. I would really love for Twinkle to sleep on my bed but mum’s just booted her out. Mum’s giving me a lecture about staying up too late, so I have to go to bed. The light’s about to go out……….and it’s out.
1 January 2003
Happy New Years everybody!!! We had such a party last night! I had so much fun, well until the fireworks at midnight. One didn’t blow up properly and hit me in the leg. I’ve got a big burn. Mum’s putting cream on it now but I don’t understand why? It looks sore but it’s not. Dad’s come back with a dozen flowers and chocolate mousse to say sorry. Too bad it’s only for mum. It’s a really dull day today. The first person to wake up (me) woke up at 10 o’clock!! Megan and Hannah only woke up at lunch time!
