Entry One: Lonelyness
I wish I knew where I was. I feel so alone, so lost. My life is just spinning around like a giant wheel or something. Ah, who am I kidding. Poetry isn't going to get me friends or love or health.

People look at me and walk away, they look with scorn and hate, and they walk away quickly as though trying not to run, to hide from my ugliness in being. ew look!! See, Jimmy? That's Tomoe. As your older bro I don't want you going anywhere near her at school, or anywhere else, ok? She's bad news. Heard it just yesterday. Dunno what writting in my diary is gonna do either. Not much we can do, eh? Really, the only person who loves me is my father. But there are so many things in my life that suck I think that they overshadow all his efforts. Besides, he's away alot. The only one I really am around that much is Kaori. What a b-nah, I won't say that. I'm a nicer person than that, though kindness has never really gotten me anywhere in life. I guess my heart hasn't hardened yet. Who knows.--Hotaru

Entry Two: School
I'm writting now. We've finally got free time, but its not like its any different for me. I just keep working, and if I don't do anything, I get in trouble. Yet at home I have to do something and I can't do my homework otherwise Kaori will-well, she always bugs me. No need to finish that thought. School stinks. I have no friends, no family. Why should that matter if I have powers? I'm not a freak; am I? If so, why am i so wrapped up in their thoughts and hate. I should be different than other outcasts, but even they hate me. They say I hurt my friends but I don't ever remember that, and I apoligize but no. Even teachers hate me. They shun me out. They never notice when I fall or when I'm in pain emotional or physical alike. They don't care. They all will always hate me. I will never have a place to go, and school is no acception.--Hotaru

Entry Three: Home
Can't write long. Kaori might-there she goes again. She went through my stuff I guess. well, this is what I live with after all. Its not like anyone cares anyway. I gotta go to bed. There ends my first chapter in my diary. Like I said, its not like it helps my lonelyness in life. I bet even the Grim Reaper has more happiness than I do. Heh. It must be true. Who am I? Why am I here? Who knows. Who cares. Who cares to know. I don't. No one does. Except Dad. I will always love that little light spot in my heart. I will always love you Father...--Hotaru