4 August 2001

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Today was so bad. Bullied by those usual bitches, failed two tests and we've only just started school. I knew this would happen because it always does. Slags! Just because I'm a vulnerable target doesn't mean they have make it worse!
As usual, Lucy was amazing. Such a great gal. I don't know what I'd do without her. But I just want this day to be over with.
As I hop off the bus, one of the bastards, aka bullies, spit on the back of my head. Meh, I get used to it. Just don't turn round. My front door was the most inviting thing in the world, surrounded by all of these dark souls.
But as I walked in something seemed different. It wasn't the look. My dad had OCD, he'd never do that. So what was it then.
Then it hit me! My dad was smiling. Made a nice change, but then I noticed that poking out of his pocket was a passport. What the hell? Why would he have out passports? Then without warning he showed me outside to the car. Ok this has gone far enough.
"Dad, what the hell is going on?" I demanded.
"Oh you'll find out son."
Damn it! I hate secrets, especially when dad keeps them because they're usually worse. Whatever it is, I'm sure the answer isn't far away.

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