9-24-1926
Deary Diary,
Mother bought you at the flea market yesterday, and she expects me to write in you to help my writing skills. I told her I didn’t want to write in a diary, for only girls used them, but she insisted (she also insisted I write a poem everyday in here too because of my love for poetry), so here’s my very first entry:
The boys in class have been teasing me again. They laugh at me for always being so quiet and writing poems. I can’t help being quiet, and I love to write poems. Those boys don’t understand me. They always look so happy, playing together on the rusty old jungle gym and racing each other. They like strength, not wisdom (unlike me). They always are watching American Football and English Rugby. And, they don’t even know how to multiply! Ms. Tveiten scolded them, but they didn’t care. They don’t care about anything but sports and chasing girls. But, everyone in my schoolroom thinks they’re the greatest, but no one cares about me, or the fact that I can multiply! Mommy has taught me up to my nines! And, she said that if I memorized up to my twelves, I would get a new slate for Christmas! It’s what I’ve always wanted! Mommy also promised me a new pack of chalk too! I love my mommy. She’s so nice.
But, even though I would love a new slate and chalk, what I would really like is a friend. So please, whoever is watching me now, grant me a friend. I’ve always wanted one. Just one to show those boys I can have friends.
And, here is my poem for today:
Lilac flowers sway
Under the drippy wet rain
They must love the rain
(That’s a haiku. 5 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second, 5 in the third)
Sebastian Zachariassen
YOU ARE READING
In The Hall Of The Mountain King (on temporary hold)
Historical FictionSebastian Zachariassen is a unhappy 8 year old who wants nothing more than a friend. He constantly wishes for one friend that he could play with, write with, be buddies with. One day, a new boy moves into his class and shows him a cave up in the sno...
