Diary of a Greaser- Vance Medici

Day Three

Dear Diary,

I woke up that afternoon to a bunch of faces staring at me. There were bright splotches everywhere and my head hurt. I could tell it was the gang. I could tell it was Norton's voice. I could tell I was in big trouble. I forgot what they said, and a lot of what it was, but I knew I was hurting. My face felt bruised. I felt like I had magically transported to painsville. Bad example, I know. But I can't write good examples.

I couldn't move for a while. It was almost like I was paralysed or something. Peanut was patting my forehead with a damp towel to help me come through like they do in movies. It worked for me, but I don't know if it's medical or something. Maybe they just made that up.

I felt nauseous too. What if I just imagined my ma? What if she never came back and she really was dead? What if I'm dead? I was thinking a lot of weird stuff I'd never think of otherwise, but I didn't know what to think.

The guys just took my back to the tenements. I'm lying on the couch at the moment, writing. My head feels better but I still haven't got a clue about what happened last night. I'll find out one of these days.