Dear dairy,
I think this is how people start writing their diaries right? I've seen it done in a few movies and read it in a few books. Anyway I think I'm supposed to write about how I feel. I don't get it though. Mom says it's supposed to help take my mind off of everything that's going on, but there isn't anything I want to explain.
So I guess I'll start with the easy stuff.
My name is Maxwell Thomas. But my nick name is Max. But only by people who like me.
Anyway I am twelve. 1. 2.
And I am not in the grade I'm supposed to be because the teachers say I am too smart. 8th grade.
I wish I wasn't smart. Then I wouldn't be the Soft Boy.
What's Soft Boy?
It's what the kids in my grade call me when they beat me up. I have a condition called, "Hemophilia" which means my skin bruises easily and I could die from a small cut.
That's simple enough right?
You now know my name, what grade I am in, and why I started this mess.
Simple enough for the first page, right?
Or should I add more?
201 words is enough, right?
Anyway diary, from now on, I'll be writing in...you? In this book?...
I'll be updating everyday on how either terrible or great my life has been for forty-five days then giving you to my doctor, the person who told me to do this. I hope she's right and it makes feel better.
Now what? Do I say goodbye? Or ta ta? Or later?
I guess a "'til next time" will work.
Even though I know that next time is tomorrow....
How about see you whenever today is over?
That'll work.
See you whenever today is over!
I guess....
- The Soft Boy
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Soft Boy
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