My diary is a joke

My Best Friend.

It's me again. I don't know how to even begin to write this second entry, so here we go. When I woke up after Mom hit me with her bottle. I woke up in a place I did not recognize the place where I woke up. I open my eyes and there's bright lights all around me. I sit up and hold my head with one hand and with the other I push myself up. I hear a heart beat in my head and as I wake up I can finally see where I am. Once everything becomes clear I was in the same place where mom hit me, except this time.. well everything was broken, shattered, gone. I stand up and look at my hand that was covering my head. Blood. I put my hand back on my head and walk around the house looking for mom. She's not in her room, not in the kitchen, living room, or the office. As I sigh with relief, I go upstairs to my room to get my bags and things to head over to Kevin's. I look at the door to my room and It has scratches all over it, top to bottom. I slowly open my door in curiosity and peek my head in.

"Hello?" I say in a choked voice.

Silence. I open the door more and slip inside and close the door behind me softly. I look around and it's still as clean and neat as I left it. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, yet again in relief. I put my hands on my hips and walk to my bags and put them on my bed. I then walk around and find some small bags, big bags, and anything else I could and fill them with all of the things in my room. First my clothes in all the big bags, then my jewelry and photo's in some small bags, then lastly all the -- "MEOW!!" I turn and look to my closet that has a screaming cat in it. I inch towards the small kitten and I put my hand out while I get on my knee's to get closer to the small thing. The kitten hisses at me but I go and pet it's soft fur on top of it's head. It stops hissing but growls instead. I pick the little thing up and see what gender it was. It was a tiny little boy kitten. I continue to pet him and stand to walk to my bed. I put him on my bed and at this point he's purring. I continue my last little bit of packing and then start taking it to my car. I have a 2005 Toyota highlander. I got it from my dad on my 16th birthday. He had already paid it off and it had been paid off for a couple years before it was now my car so my dad could get a newer car.

I open the trunk of my silver car and start packing my bags into the car leaving the kitten on my bed. Once I have everything in my trunk I go back for the kitten. I'm not sure what I want to name him though. I shrug and decide to ask Kevin what he thinks as a name. When I get to my room there the little black kitten is looking at me with big ice blue eyes. Then I realize.. how am I going to put him in the car? I pick him up and put him in a little pocket I had in my shirt to go look for a little tub. Since this little bean is so small I find a big bowl to put him in. I take him out of my pocket and put him in the bowl along with a small fluffy towel underneath him. I take him out to the car with a smile on my face so I open the passenger side door and put the bowl on the seat and try and buckle it to the seat. It seemed impossible but I did it. I quickly got into the drivers seat and started to drive away. I was so focused on driving and keeping the kitten in the seat that I didn't realize it was 5:30 in the morning. Was I really out for 6 hours? I remember it being about 11:00-11:30 and now it's lighter out as I drive to Kevin's.

I arrive at Kevin's in about 30 minutes so it's now 6:05 and we have school in 2 hours. I Yawn as I slowly pull into his driveway and park. I get out and then take the kitten with me. Once I get to the door and about to knock, Mr. Taylor opens the door in which in a way seemed worried.

"Veronica!! Come in!" He moves and quickly motions me in.

"Um, is Kevin here? I need to talk to him." I say a little confused.

"He's upstairs sleeping, Are you ok? We got a call from you're dad."

I stop for a second to think. "Yeah.. I'm fine.. Can I go to Kevin's room and wait for him to wake up?" I ask trying to change the topic but he puts his hands on his hips and thinks for a second then nods his head and gives a small smile.