Personal journal
READ AND DIE! AND THAT'S A PROMISE
6-23-98-Today was horrible and I hate to write about it… the pain in remembering what went wrong. I was stupid to think they cared; ever. It seems to happen more often the older I get… and I hate it, trusting so much, that when they ask, you'd practically give up your life for them. Yet they stab you in the back every time. ='[ Then after you stand heartbroken, depression creeps in and steals the last bit of strength you have… well I've learned to live with it and its soooo hard considering I'm only 6. Yup little 6 year old Sonny Munroe is going through all of this. I feel like no-one cares because they don't act like they do, I go from foster home to foster home and the worst part is my parents aren't dead… they just didn't WANT ME! I'm mature for my age, many people tell me and they try to get me to have 'fun and live life to the fullest' but what's the point really… I mean if no-one cares whether I live or die. Love- A. Sonny Munroe 3
Chad- "Was she really six when she wrote that? It seems like too much hurt for her to bear, or anyone no matter how old." Muttered a jerk with a guilty expression on his face.
He found the first page intrigued; it was not typed and carefully placed in like the page before… but hand written, more specifically, cursive.
9-14-92- Hello, this is the mother of a talented, beautiful, bright girl and this is her first journal I'm trying to make it special. But there is some trouble brewing up and I'm afraid that my poor Alison will be destroyed in the end of this horrible disaster… so if you read this and know her condition, please help her, for my sake, in case I don't make it. Love- Connie Munroe
Chad- "Omg, she knew it was coming, but the question is… what?" wondered the confused acquaintance of this mysterious girl.