Hey guys this is my first try at this so please be harsh(: I can take it.
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One- the beginning of a life time.
Dear diary
Well today was exceptionally boring other than meeting Daniel. He is a new student at school and has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.
We have one class together and during that class his eyes never left mine. I tried to focus on what Coach Williams was saying, but I couldn't. The way Daniel captivated my attention was astounding. No one has ever been able to do so. I'm not the type of girl who wears her heart on her sleeve. I know that this might sound crazy, diary, but he will change my life.
The rest of the day was a drag. My classes were dull in comparison. I was completely dumbfounded the rest of the day until I got home.
Ughhhh....home...everyone says home is where the heart is, but when I get to the house I have been locked out once again. My fathers wife hates me. And the feeling is now mutual. I hated Teresa more than I hated my worst enemy at school.
Teresa finally got home and yelled at me for a solid hour about how ugly, stupid, and worthless I was to everyone. She told me that my own mother hated me so much that she gave me to my father. Oh my father....I had so many things I wanted to say to him but didn't because of Teresa. Home was supposed to be my safe place. The one place I could go and be protected in, but instead I was being put down constantly by Teresa's vicious words, beaten daily by the man who is supposed to protect me and love me, and molested by Teresa's oldest son, Christopher.
I couldn't wait until my dad was home because then they would eat dinner, which I was not allowed to have with them, do homework while I did dishes, then get ready for bed while I ate dinner. I was known as gingerelle in the house. I was the only redhead and I was the Cinderella of the family. The only good thing about being that part in this miserable part of the story is that Cinderella gets the prince.
well diary until I write again.
all my thoughts, misery, and wonders.
Two- a-round-about-way-of-getting-there.
ok diary I know I poured alot out yesterday about Daniel and my life...but that's not exactly where I want to start.
ok so it was a Thursday night the my father got my sister and I from 6-8 pm and the told my mom that we were meeting his girlfriend, whom was recently release from prison. when my mom heard that she panicked. she did so by packing bags and getting us to the car less than three minutes. my little sister and I were startled by her actions as she furiously called each of her siblings for advice. being the responsible adults they are of course they told her the mature and legal thing to let him take us to meet this mystery woman.
I remember my mother pulling over to a gas station in a town I didn't know and calling my father. the conversation was never ending. he would speak, and she replied by yelling.
when my little sister asked what was going on I had no idea what to tell her. I was curious myself. tentatively i crawled out of the car and asked my mom as calm as I could. she ad no answer. I took her phone and asked my father. he had no response as well. I shook my head in disappointment at the two most intelligent people I knew at the time and climbed back into the car. my sister and I sat in meek silence whilst waiting our fathers arrival to take us to meet mystery woman.
when our father arrived my sister and I simply changed vehicles. he talked to our mother outside and calmed her raging thoughts. he still valued her thoughts and advice both, as a mother and as a person whom he was with for about 20 years. he showed his affections often and I was terribly confusing. especially for me.
