5 June 1988
Dear Diary,
The majority of the day, today, was a nightmare. I am at a loss. How could he betray her like that?
Today was filled with one terrible event after another.
Perhaps as I write it down, I will stop shaking with rage.
Mother allowed me to go into town today as long as I brought her back some things from the grocery.
I was planning on walking, which in itself would take a few hours, but I wouldn't have been able to carry groceries back with me, my arms would have fallen off.
I suspect mother knew this and it was her attempt to make me ask Daniel for a ride.
I was contemplating doing this when I saw...her. It. The Mer-witch.
Ms. Merwin is a few years older than my own mother and always wears black. I suppose it is her uniform but it gives her the appearance of a witch.
Daniel and I came up with the clever name, Mer-witch, when we were younger.
Anyhow, she was heading towards her old car and though it killed me, I ran up to her.
Terrible event #1: Merwin.
My feet kicked up some gravel as I skidded to a halt in front of the drivers side. She looked at my faded jean jumper with pure disdain and told me it wasn't ladylike to run.
I ignored her comment and asked politely if she could drive me into town.
You could tell she didn't really want to but once I told her I was doing shopping for mum she agreed. They are good friends.
The ride was maybe half an hour but it felt like longer. Merwin didn't have a car radio and when it wasn't completely silent she was asking after my parents.
It was awkward and as she dropped me off at the store I told her I had a ride back and she didn't need to fetch me.
It was a lie, of course, but there was no way I was dealing with her again, even if I had to drag groceries for however many kilometers.
I walked across the street to the library, an old stone building I had only been in a few times. It's not that interesting, it doesn't even have computers yet.
Terrible event #2- I couldn't find the bloody maps.
I got lost, which is saying something because it's not a big place, and I had to ask the nosy librarian for help.
She looked confused, why would I need maps? Why would anyone want to leave this shite town?
Nobody can keep their business to themselves, here.
I told her it was for a school project and she told me the only maps they had were historical.
What kind of bloody library doesn't have up to date maps?
I left without another word, which I suppose was rude of me. I didn't care.
Terrible event #3- I saw my dad.
He was supposed to be at work, today.
Instead, he was snogging a brunette woman, who seemed closer in age to me than my mum, in the dairy aisle.
He didn't see me and I ran out as fast as I could.
What am I to do?
~Ophelia
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