Dear diary,
Hello there, diary. I can't believe mother and father let me get you.
My name is Scarlette Martin, and I'm in elementary school. I go to Monotone Hall Elementary School for the Gifted and Talented, to be exact. It's a wordy name, I know, but I didn't come up with it. Anyway, I'm in my second year in my elementary school. I'm in the harder classes, which is ironic. You'd think that, if this is a school for those who are gifted and talented, they would be hard enough.
I'd best keep you locked away and hidden. Father won't hesitate to open you up and read you... All of the things I tell you will be in front of his eyes.
My birthday is... Near? No, my birthday is in November... Gah, my memory is getting hazy.
Anyway, on to my parents; my mother will start us off.
My mother is usually very sweet and kind, but she can be mean when she wants to be. She tells me mean things. She calls me mean things. She always says things like, "I suppose you'll never get anywhere in your life," or things like, "Oh, you're such a bother." She can make me sad sometimes.
My father is the scary one, though. I barely ever see him around the house anymore, but when I do, he looks scary. Very scary. He has a lot of syringes and substances in his room. He says that they're all for scientific research, but mother says he's lying.
"He takes those ungodly substances," is what she tells me, "he'll be off to the hospital again in less that a month."
I don't like it when father goes to the hospital. He always looks scarier than before.
Oh, mother called. I have to go now.
Remember; always wear your monotone face, for it is something that you cannot replace.
:)
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My Name is Scarlette Martin
Ficción GeneralScarlette Martin, top of all of her classes and held up to ungodly expectations. She has a diary, she calls it her only friend. She writes in it, page to page, front to back, almost daily. It's tough to be treated like a god, I suppose. ...
