September 26, 2013

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Dear friend,

    There is a lot to tell you about the last few days. A lot of it is good, but a lot of it is bad. First of all, Ted gave me a not so good grade on my To Kill a Mockingbird essay because he said that I run my sentences together. I am trying now to practice not to do that.

     I went to the cemetery today, I go by myself like I always do.  The cemetery gives most people the creeps but not me because my mum and dad are buried there.

       You know ... A lot of kids at school hate their parents. Some of them got hit. And some of them got caught in the middle of doing wrong things. Some of them were trophies for their parents to show the neighbors like ribbons or gold stars. And some of them just wanted to drink in peace. For me personally, I can't help but love my parents very much.  Even if they are not here anymore I still think of them every day.  I try to do good things so that they will be happy.  I want them to be proud of me. 

     My step mum on the other hand is nothing like my parents.  In fact the other day I heard her tell her friends that she hated my father and said that my mother was a drunk who spent all my father’s money in one sitting.  That’s not true at all, my mother had never taken a drink her whole life and my father was a good man so I don’t understand why anyone would hate him.  When I heard her talking about them like this I got very angry.  I yelled at my step mum and said she was lying.  She then grabbed me by the arm and took me to the dark room.  When my step mum’s friends left I got punished…

  I think I should tell you something.  I’ve never told anyone this before so it’s going to be really hard to write this down.

     When my step mum gets mad she starts beating me.  But not like the slap kind.  Like the real kind.  That’s why I can’t let you find out who I am.  If she finds out I’m even writing this down she will kill me.  I’m not kidding.  I would like to be anonymous, I hope you understand.

     Love always,

     Daniel

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