Dear diary
What is there to say? Basically we are dealing with the aftermath today. It's something between an awkward denial of what happened last night, a little skillful act of pretend, and a hateful tension.
The day was started with a church blessing day, yet that didn't help buffer the trouble. I hope to get away as soon as I get home. My brother stayed home alone. I hope dad comes home soon if I leave. Dad helps if I'm not there to look after him.
Here goes day two of the fighting game. Wish me luck.
Your faithful havoc child.
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Havoc diaries
RandomThis is the diary of a Havoc Child. A child caught up in fights and pain. A child with too much to say, too much to feel, and nowhere to turn.
