4:06 PM April 17
Today I decided to go hunting for deer mainly, but any breathing thing works too. I shot two black squirrels and a goose that was white as snow. The goose wasn't as difficult to catch compared to the black squirrels, the beauty of nature..Uncle Fisher always says, " Without blood hunting is not so fun", he has always scared me. Even though he is tall and skinny, he is the strongest out of all of us.
When we got home today, you can smell the lingering whiskey smell coming from my dear mother.She was sitting on her black cushion chair ,smoking up a storm. Uncle Fisher grabbed her honey soft curls and forced her to stand. They started screaming at each other, nothing new. However this time instead of slapping her, he punched her lovely light green eye. I didn't get involved this time, I learned my lesson.
SORRY I have to go! Apparently I'm getting in trouble for something I didn't do . She is screaming her lungs out calling my name , " Ester!".
Goodnight For now.
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Ester's Diary
VampireHome for Ester is not so sweet where she has to deal with her drunk mother and abusive Uncle. This is Ester's dark Diary , inside all the darkness she hopes For better.
