Note: writing in beetween "..." means toughts or writing on objects
Journal Entry Number 1
"Dear Diary, blah blah blah...
I honestly don't have the foggiest idea why people just like doing this. What. Is. The. Point. In. Having. A. Journal?!
I think I know my toughts and I don't need to write them down, I'm not writing a novel, good God-"
-Whoops. Let's not go there. Ugh,that phrase is rubbing off onto me, and I don't like it...
-What did you say,sweetie?Amanda a.k.a. mom, shouted from downstairs.
-Nothing,mom! I yelled back.
-NO FAIR,MOM!!! WHY DOES LILY GET TO BE CALLED "SWEETIE" AND WE DON'T?!
-SHUT UP, ELIJAH!!! I'M TRYING TO HAVE A CIVILIZED CONVERSATION IN HERE!!!
-WELL GUESS WHAT, LYDIA:WE DON'T CARE!!!
-HAHA!GOOD ONE,BRO!!! HIGH-FIVE!!!
-OK, WHICH ONE OF YOU TWINS WAS IT?! I SWEAR TO GOD-
"aaand there it is again, why do people worship him so much?!"
-FOR GOD'S SAKE, KEEP IT DOWN A BIT,WILL YA' ?!
"...why..."
-SHUT UP, SYLVIA!!!
-WOAH, WE SAID THE SAME THING,SAME TIME!!!AL THREE OF US!!!
-ELIJAH, NOAH, SHUT UP, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!
"...no comment..."
-SO WE SHUT UP AND YOU KEEP ON YELLING,HUH? THAT'S HOW IT WORKS,LYDIA?!
-HEY, that's enough. You're making my ears hurt and you're gonna make Anne cry. Elijah,Noah, how many times I told you two not to annoy your sisters? And you,Lydia, I expected more from you...
-Ah, Jaxon. Thank you,dear...
-It's alright,mom. Someone needs to take attitude. Do you need help?
-No,no,don't bother...I'm almost finished anyway.Now where is that father of yours? He's late again. I told him not to stay so late at work, for God's sake...
"Honestly,I give up..."
-Oh well, we'll just wait a little longer , I think he'll arrive soon.
Just as she was speaking, the doorbell rang. Jaxon opened the door, revealing a middle aged man, with glasses and a suitcase. He had that friendly,fun aura, like that kid that knows all the good jokes and is friends with everyone or a funny and interesting science teacher (probably the second one, since that actually is his job). He stepped unbothered in the house,without a worry, then stopped. He slowly looked at the clock on the wall, muttered:
-Oh Dear God... then he turned to his wife, with a guilty,smiley, look, much to my and the twins' amusement.
-Honey, I'm... home... he said slowly,sheepishly, hoping to stop the avalanche of words that his wife was ready to set free,but,just like earlier,Jaxon to the rescue!
-Mom,I think we should eat first, we're all hungry. You can save the talk for later.
After eating the delicious food that mom lovingly prepared for the family, each of us went to their room,poor dad ending up with angry mom, may the odds be in his favour. Once i got in my room I saw an object I pretty much despised in my bed.
