This diary is the propriety of me, Theodore Richard Dixon. As such, I do not permit anyone except me to write and read it. Especially not you, Mary, and if you see Peter reading it, I'd like it if you stopped him. If you are reading this honey, I'd like to remind you that in the 10 commandments it says to honour your father and snooping around my things aren't exactly honouring me, don't you think so? You should really do something more useful of your time, cupcake, May I suggest cleaning your room? It look like a pig pen, and I think I found a squirrel skeleton in there last time I checked (which is pretty disturbing, why would you keep such a thing?) or if you like to sleep in an unsanitary room, you can unload the dishwasher, clean the church, study for school (yes, knowing what is the capital of Missouri is important and no I won't tell you, I bought a computer for that and not so that you can torture virtual humans by burning their houses, starving them to death or deleting the ladder of their pool.) , Cleaning Vlad the Impaler's (why didn't you name him Snowflakes like I wanted? This name is weird for a Ragdolls cat) litter, take care of all your guns…I could go on all day. So now, please leave my diary alone and go do your chores, I love you, even if you are very lazy.
If it is you Peter, respect at least my privacy and stop bringing so much Whiskey to my house! You are corrupting my daughter and you are going to get liver cancer, so please stop! Oh, and thanks for the new sniper rifle you offered Mary, she loves it more than her own life it seems.
