The Eli Deseret Diaries

January 8th, 2015

My parents got divorced last month. It's no big deal, really. They're better apart. But I guess my mom thinks otherwise, considering she's asked me to start writing about my life in this book. She says it will make me feel better. Though I don't know what she means by that. I feel fine. 

Today she finally started taking down the Christmas decorations. It's tradition to begin taking them down on January 1st, but I guess the divorce slowed her down a bit. 

Instead of helping her like I normally would, I'm in the library doing homework. I'd feel bad about it, but I have four brothers to help her out. I've taken a spot hidden from the eyesight of both the librarians and the normal crowd of kids that come here after school. The only way you could see me is if you were to sit directly across from me in the bird section. But nobody goes there but Mr. Sanderson. But he's off celebrating his anniversary or something. 

At some point, a girl sits there. She pulls out a book and pretends to be reading it, but out of the corner of my eye I can see her looking up at me every now and then.

She seems familiar, I think she's a few years below me. But I don't say anything to her. 

I hate people like that. The kind that go out of their way to get attention. Why can't they just let things happen naturally?

Eli Deseret