Dear Diary,
Today at school I got another c-. My teacher asked to talk to my father about helping me with my homework more. But I know he won't go. He'll probably be too busy beating me.
~Luke
"GET IN HERE!" Yelled Luke's estranged father.
"Give it to me".
"What?"
"The picture".
"But Dad-"
"GIVE IT TO ME".
Luke handed the picture over, crying softly.
Then his Dad looked at the picture and ripped me off of it.
It used to be the last remaining picture of me and my Mom together.
Now it was gone.
"Why Dad, why?"
"Why?"
"I'll tell you why".
"It's because you took my wife away".
"This your fault and I will punish you for it as long as I live". He said before punching me in the stomach.
I ran to my room, AKA the backyard shack.
I had a pillow, a small piece of old bread, and a journal and pen.
I rarely wrote in my journal, hoping my teacher would find it someday and find out about my father.
If I even spoke to another human being, he would make me skip dinner and beat me instead.
He had never been the same since I asked him about Mother.
But that was eight years ago.
Day after day passed until my life was changed completely.
It was a normal day at P.E., until something incredible happened.
