I'm sorry about re-uploading this: some joker got on to my account and decided it would be funny to delete a couple of my stories. So for those of you who have me on author alert, I do apologise.
Re-read this if you like, this remains one of my favourite stories.
Please review!
This Diary Belongs To Jack Murphy aged 10.
Dear diary,
My dog Swog died today, I got so upset that I sat on my bed and cried. Dad saw me crying and hit me, he said I needed to learn to be a man. So he's forced me to come on a camping trip with him. He says there's a riot or protest or something happening tomorrow that he wants me to see, and after he's going to teach me to shoot a gun. I hope I don't get shot, mum would kill me. I can't wait for tomorrow, it'll help prove to dad that I am a real man. He keeps making fun of me and calling me gay. I think he would kill me if he knew I was writing in a diary, he never wanted me to get one, I only got this one because uncle Walter sent me it from America. Uncle Walter is the bestest uncle, he always gives me what I want for my birthday and Christmas, and even though I've never met him, he phones up my dad a lot, and sometimes I get to say hello.
The only reason I can write in my diary at the moment is because dad's gone out to find a lady to play with. He knows he'll get in trouble for it, last time he played with another lady mum got real mad and tried to stab him. But he still does it anyway. I don't know if she did stab him or not, Nathan dragged me out of the room so I wouldn't see. Nathan is the bestest brother ever, I hope he's proud of me for learning how to shoot.
I'll just note: grammatical and spelling mistakes in this are purposeful, this is supposed to be written by a child.