The Pest

Monday 16th January, 6am

Elodie is popular, and she has lots of friends. She always gets what she wants for her birthday and for Christmas. Why does she want her father? She knows what he was like. And she knows what I feel about him. She doesn’t treat me like her Mother though. I am just a giver. I give; she takes. Saying no isn’t my job in her head. But I have to. I can’t let her see her father again. He will ruin her, just like he ruined me.

From a worried Rachel

Monday 16th January, 12:15

I’m at school, in the locker room. I need some peace and quiet from my friends outside. If they are my friends; none of them have come after me, not even Poppy. I need someone to talk to. Someone to support me. You see, diary, I want to meet my dad. I don’t care what Mum says. I want to see for myself. I have pleaded with Mum for what seems like centuries, but no. No is always the answer. “I wish I could’ she says, “But all the paperwork and time it would take”. I don’t care how long it takes! But I know that isn’t her reason for not letting me. She says my father was a bad man. Why? I will get his address and find him, even if it’s the last thing I do.

Love Elodie x

Mon 16th

Lunchtime

Writing in a diary is weird, whatever Elodie says. She gave me this notepad for my birthday. “A diary!” she tells me. Yawn! I hate writing but I suppose I can doodle in here. You may be wondering why I am even bothering to write in you flimsy Pukka Pad at all, but Mum told me to. “Have a go, and try to be like darling Elodie” she said when I opened the present. So now I have to write EVERY day. Ughhh! I will never forgive Elodie for this. Anyway, I think this is enough writing to satisfy Mum, even though she is not looking in here. I made her swear on her life about that, but I still have to flash it in her face when I come home. Yuk yuk yuk! I hate English!!!! Ew. Anyway I am going to write a list (Easier than paragraphs!) about myself:

I am called Poppy Weatherly

I am 12

I love sport, art, and drama

I hate anything academic (Rebel!!!!!)

I have a pet dog called Guzzler-because of his dreadful eating habits!

I have an incredibly annoying sister, Becky, who is 5

This diary sucks

I am friends with Elodie (Not Besties anymore after this torture and her constant moans about ‘Missing Daddy’!

My favourite colour is red

My favourite food is chocolate!

The end of todays entry! That is definitely enough for Mum!

Bye droopy diary, Poppy will NOT miss you.

Monday 16th

Geography

To Kitty

It is a beautiful day outside. I can feel the hot rays of light on my cheek, through the window. I am called Jessica Belle. I called you Kitty because of that amazing girl, Anne Frank. You can be my friend. I only have a cat, other than you. I do not fit in here, and my mother knows that, so she bought me you. I hope Mrs. Magiullam will arrive soon; I am bored to death. Elodie is in the corner with nearly all the class. I wish I were her; popular, pretty, and so confident. Mrs. Magiullam; at last!

Bye Kitty, love Jessica xx

Monday 16th, 6:30 pm

Elodie’s back, and immediately rushed up to her room. She won’t let me in. I feel so lonely without her. She doesn’t treat me like her mum anymore. I remember when she told me anything, and she never spoke of her Father. Only to say that she didn’t need him; she had me and loved me. Now it’s different. She always wants what she doesn’t have.