Dear Journal,
Hi, my name is Darryl. I'm 7! I have a sister named Emily. She's 13. She likes Japanese cartoons called anime. The only books she reads are something called manga. I guess you can say she's boring, but I don't think so.
When we go to the store, Mama always goes shopping, and Emily chases me around like she's some monster. Eventually, Mama would scold us because we'd get caught by the manager, and we'd have to apologize.
During dinner, I'd always make Emily smile and laugh her sadistic laugh. Sometimes, I make her laugh to hard and her drink comes out of her nose. Fortunately, the only thing she drinks is water, so it's not hard to clean up.
Uwah! Just talking about her inspires me! I wanna tell you all about her.
Emily has brown her that's just-past shoulder length that she keeps in a low messy ponytail... umm.. Well, it's so short, so I'd call it a stub, I guess. She has a beauty mark just to the right of her nose. Her lips are a light red shade and she has freckles scattered across her round face. I love her a whole lot!
Lookie, I have to go now, or Mama and Papa will scold me for staying up too late. Emily's sound asleep already. G'night!
Dear Journal,
Hi, Journal! I haven't spoken to you in such a long time. I'm 12 now! Emily turned 18 a little bit before me. I'm in 7th grade! Papa's passed, so it's just Mama, Emily, and I. Or I should just say it's Mama and me. Shortly after Emily turned 18, her and Mama got into a fight. Emily was drinking some beer and Mama yelled that it was a bad habit and she was underage.
I went back up to my room and heard Emily go to her room, drunk. She made a big fuss in there, so I hopped into my bed and listened to her toss stuff around. Mama was crying a little down stairs, moaning about what happened to her little girl and she didn't do her job as a mother. Then my door opened and Emily stumbled in, still a bit sober. She stood by my bed and I guess she didn't know I was awake, she said some words. Here, lemme recite 'em.
"Darryl, I'm sorry I failed as your big sister. Hopefully, we'll see each other again and maybe you'll be a full grown man. I'll probably still be a drunk bastard like I am now, ha! Bye, Darryl."
That's all I remember. So Mama told me Emily left us because she didn't like us, so I got really angry at Emily and swore I'd never forgive her for making Mama cry.
I don't feel like talking anymore, Journal. I'm gonna go.