Yes, this story is sick and twisted, but that's how I am. If you're reading this than you should know that I own nothing. So there you go. Now read if you want.
Monday December 3, 2008 4:45 p.m.
You know what I hate the most about school? I hate the teachers thinking that they know everything. I really don't even know why I'm writing this. All I know is that I have to do something to bring my grade up in my English class and this is what the teacher said I had to do.
She said that if I wanted to pass her class that I was to keep a journal for a whole month and then turn it in. Now here I am typing this. I know what you're thinking shouldn't this boy be watching television or something like that. Well not this kid.
Right now I'm hiding in my closet because my mom and dad are arguing about what I'm going to do when I grow up. My dad wants me to be a cop like him and my mom wants me to be a shrink like her. What do you think would happen if I told them I what I wanted to really be?
Ha, that's funny. I could never tell them what I wanted to be. If I told them I know that I would be in the hospital for life. It's not that my parents are violent people, but at the moment they're both so drunk I doubt they realize that they're fighting about me.
Oh shit, my dad's knocking on my door; well it's more like pounding. I really don't want to answer the door, but I know that if I don't then things would get worse so I guess that I wrote enough for today.
Shawn Spencer