youth's journal **SHORT VERSION**

day seven.

I woke up the next morning in a hospital bed,

apparently, Amanda never left and when she heard the screaming and stuff, then she went all ninja on the door (R.I.P. door) and broke it off its hinges... she's freaking awesome.

anyways, she basically football tackled 'mom' to the ground and then (quote on quote) "rushed me out of the hell I call home, carrying me like the princess I am!"

anyways, so yeah.

they're sending 'mom' to rehab. but because she hit me and stuff, she won't ever gain custody of me. also, they (being the police and what not) said they located my father and he lives quite close, when they called him and told him what happened he said "bring my baby girl to me as soon as she is out of the hospital- wait no, tell me which ones she's at, I'm going right now."

and that's exactly what he did, he came over and we talked. he told why he left, and that he didn't know it would be like this, he also said (because I was worried) that I could still work at the music shop, Amanda could still walk me to school and I could always visit my mom when she cleans herself up.

and so, this is my last entry.

goodbye,

and thank you.

                                                - Sally Sokoto

FIN