Rainbow tree

Entry log

"Get the fuck out of here freak"!

My name is Andrew Garland, sixteen years old and semi-professional writer. And this is my notebook. I really hope this has been published because of my renowned writing skills and you're an adoring fan and not...Bryce. Or my mother because that would be shit. I'd be dead meat, especially since I've documented about the incident-shit, probably should burn that. Anyways, welcome friends and future fans or family. 

"P-please just-I'm sorry, I don't know what I did wrong".

My mom gave me this book for my birthday, it's nice I guess, I mean....she cares, not too sure about that though. Things have been hard for us since, her, well ever since, well that doesn't matter. I like writing, especially secrets....what! what'd I say, nothing suspicious going on here?!! Mom tells me I should look into sports something about it helping me with getting into a great college, and I just really don't care about that, really don't have anything planned for the future. Not that anything I've got planned matters though.

Anyway, I'm just going to list everything I got for my birthday, and what me and my friends did.

Sweat stuck to her shoulders as long drags off air stung in her cold and stinging lungs. She pulled on the sleeves of the sweater, eyes filled with tears as she backed away to the door.

. Baseball bat (and really, I've told my aunt once, I've told her a million times, I hate sports)

. This crummy notebook, it's practically falling apart at the strings, Mom told me it's a family relic but there is literally no other filled pages in here, other than this one

. I got a video game disk from Robyn, I guess it's pretty cool, to be fair I'm not too into anything, so.... maybe I'm being too hard.

. Shirts, pants, other clothes that I need, I may or may not have spilled paint on all of the stuffy, sparkly clothes that cost like a hundred dollars each so my eighty-year-old great aunt brought me her sons hand me down from when the family wasn't rich and so now I look like a normal fifteen-year-old. It really really sucks...I'm filled with so much frustration that I might burst at the seams, I'm practically screaming right now!

"I didn't raise a slut", the woman sighed, tears in her eyes. Clasping her mouth as she sunk down to her couch, gasping for air as she choked back sobs, her eyes following her frantic daughter.

Well, I'm basically just sitting here on the couch, wearing a faded navy blue T-shirt and ripped black jeans. Robyn is trying not to giggle from the lack of dress shirts and slacks I'm wearing, but I'm fucking thirteen, you are not going to shove me into another one of those monkey suits unless I'm going to the president's fucking funeral or something.. it's got to be a matter of national importance.

Well, I've got to go, Robyn, Hunter and I are going to get waffles at the diner. Waffles, I like.

"I-I'm sorry",

"No you're not...get out; and don't fucking come back, bitch". Robyn nodded, running out, wiping tears from her eyes as she tripped. Watching as her stuff was thrown out her window for her to pick. 

Welp, Goodnight. I hope they have a pear, honey; and Brie cheese option, that's my favorite.