The Hate Notebook

Day 2~Goodbye

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Day 2 of torture

 

APRIL 31, 2011

Dear Diary,

My parents didn't even know I snuck out again! They can be so naïve. Me and Brit went to the mall and went shopping for clothes. My family isn't rich, and my friends don't know that-and they can never. So, I 'barrowed' some money off of Brad's college savings in his piggy bank and bought this cute limited edition silk scarf and a new charm for my bracelet. Anyway, I know they told me that I'm grounded for two months and that they were going to take away my stuff. But it seems like they've forgotten. Losers. I feel so bored right now. All I can do is write my stupid thoughts in this stupid diary about my stupid life. Hey, I used stupid 3 times. I guess that's all for now. I can't really think of anything because I'm trapped in this stupid room. It's like I'm stuck in a walnut.

Quinn J

 

As I closed my notebook, locked it and hid under my bed, because I would be very imprudent to leave it lying around. I tiptoed to the door to see if my parents went out, and I could finally get something to eat. I slowly opened my door, and listened.

"Mom! You got icing all over me!" I heard Brad carp from downstairs.

"Oh, I'm sorry honey! Let me lick it off."

Brad chuckled. "No way."

She laughed. "I'm just playing. How do you like the frosting?"

"It taste like weed."

"Brad!" I heard a slap.

"I mean, I don't know what weed tastes like, I uh mean I would never!"

"Mhmm..." I heard my mom intone.

They could be sweet sometimes. I wonder why my parents and me are never sweet with each other. Oh wait I know why, because it would be weird and disgusting on so many levels. But why are they making cake or whatever they are making. Is someone having a birthday? Wait is it my mom's birthday? No stupid. Why would she be the one making it then? Oh shoot. I don't remember anyone's birthday! Maybe I should go down and see what they are doing.

As I made my way down the stairs I smelled the tasty aroma of candy, eggs, and coffee caramel.

"Sweetheart! You went down." My mom said melodiously as soon as she set her eyes on me. No, no, no! I'm upstairs! I'm just a picture! Just kidding, I mean she can see me right here she has to state the discernible already. But she sounds abysmally in a virtuous mood. I thought she was infuriated with me,

"Where's dad?" I ask cursorily as I gaped at the caramel cupcakes they were baking.

"He went out to pick up the salamander family in the airport." She retorted.

I factually snorted out loud. "Hold on a sec. Did you just say Salamander family?" "I know, I laughed too when I heard it." Brad said to me, as he continued to gush icing on a cupcake.