AN: I was trying to write something for Living with Death and…this lovely little piece of sh!t came out instead. This has nothing to do with either of my other stories, and it has some child abuse/neglect. Don't like it don't read it.

Sept-13

I found this old book in the attic, I hope you don't mind if I write in it Papa, if you ever find it. I think it'll be my journal. Our teacher at school told us it's a good idea to get one. Today was my third day of school, I hate it. I don't know why you make me go Papa. I already know how to read and write, So I don't really learn anything new in kindergarten. But there's more, I'm six, so I'm al little older than most people there. Why they gotta be so mean to me Papa? They keep saying I'm a freak, I should be in a zoo somewhere…I wish you were here when I come home Papa. I wish you were here so you could hold me when I cry. Why you gotta spend all day at the DWMA? I miss you a lot papa. I really wish you were here at night; I've been having a lot of nightmares lately. I wish you were here to tell me is just a dream, or tell me there's no monster in my closet; it's just a weird outfit you wore in the 60's. You call me over the mirror every day, but it's not the same. I want you here, so you can hold me and tuck me in at night. I get so lonely at home; I don't have anyone to talk to, and just my big stuffed bear. I got to go now, I need to try and make a dinner for myself.

~Death The Kid

Sept-14

Sorry if there are water marks on the paper, I can't stop crying. I don't ever want to go to school again! Today, this guy I sit next to, I don't know his name, took all my stuff! He wouldn't give it back, so I told the teacher, Ms. Ruth. I think she thinks I'm a freak too, cause she told me to shut up and sit down, and that I was a bad boy for disruptin' class. But when I sat down, the mean boy asked me if I told on him. I didn't say nothing but he said, "You gonna pay freaky kid." After school, when we were all outside, he hit me! He punched my tummy and I fell over then he started kicking me! A lot of other kids started kicking me too. Ms. Ruth just ignored it. I not ever going to school again. I don't wanna get hurt. I know you told me a gotta go, but I don't wanna go Papa. Papa. I really really wish you were home now, you didn't even call today! I gotta go cry some more…

~Death The Kid

AN: I might write more, maybe. I really don't know…and in my mind: white stripes in hair+yellow eyes+smart+kindergarden=hell really, just think about it… Tell me if you think I should write more, if I ever get to it….