Chapter 1 Diary

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Dear diary,"sorry for the blood on your old dirty pages." Dad got mad at me I could tell he was drunk. I got an A+ on my test but dad pushed me into the wall forceing my back against an old picture of our family all together. I merized it. the soft,silk paper rubbed against my back. I remember it like it was yesterday. i was in 5th grade,and I had my hair died for the first Time bright pink mom and dad were just too over pertective just like the other parents. oh how I wish it was like that now. that they would have never changed.(back to the story) he screamed at me "SHUT UP AND GET BETTER GRADES".As I fell to the hard wood floor I felt blood trinkle out of my head like a water fall scared of what's behind it.....
lATER
Loud footsteps pound up the stairs as I slip my bright pink diary that mom got me under my bed.As I act asleep hoping he will pass right by my room.I feel as if u will scream but I keep my cover. In my dads hand is the biggest bloodly knife I have ever seen. In my hand held my phone and I had diled 91 and if dad was really to strike I can call 911.my dad didn't see my phone. But he did seem to know that I was not asleep. Oh crap I blew my cover. Dad walked at me with the knife still pointed at the cream colored ceiling. He walked over toward me seconds later I notice the knife up to my neck.....

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