Dear Journal,
School has started now, and I haven’t talked to you since mom got back from vacation. Sorry, I’m not very good with dates. Anyway, I’m in fifth grade now. I love my teacher, she’s awesome. I can tell we’re going to get along very well. My classmates, they’re still the same, but it doesn’t bother me as much, I’m starting to block my feelings.
I haven’t talked to mom much. She’s always laid up in bed. Aunt Ronnie said she’s getting her beauty rest, but I hear her coughing fits late at night when the house is sleeping. Sometimes I go down and sit outside her door, just to feel closer to her. I don’t think it’s fair that Aunt Ronnie is keeping us apart. Doesn’t she know mom is my oxygen? My happiness? Maybe she does, but she doesn’t care.
My cousins suck! They never, ever leave me alone and I never have time to talk to you. Now that school started, that will change. The library is always quite during recess, none of the kids come in here to bother me.
Spirit, I miss my old life. I wish things were back to normal and it was just the three of us again. You. Me. Mom. Everything wasn’t perfect, but it was better. I at least had peace at home, but I never get any peace, anymore.
Oh crap, the bell rung. I got to go now. But we’ll talk again, very soon.
Your SAD Best Friend,
Valerie
P.S. I hope fifth grade is a good year for me.
