Dear Diary, April 19th

Since this is our first formal meeting I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Charlene King, but everyone calls me Charlie. My father bought you for me today, he thinks I should take up writing down my thoughts. I think having me write a diary is more for him than it is for me...I think it's a way for him to remember me once im gone.

Sorry...I guess I should explain myself. You see about two months ago my ankles started giving out whenever I would run, or ever jog around school. Then about a month after that I started waking up in the morning with both of my legs numb.

I know it sounds kinda scary huh?

I had a doctors appointment about a week ago, they diagnosed me with Becker's Muscular Dystrophy. They think I'll be in a wheelchair before the end of the month.

Im sure most people my age would be scarred...it's a lot for a 15 year old to take in, but that's life I guess.

Dear Diary, May 23th

My dad thinks that I should stop going to high school, his plan is to home school me I guess. I mean im not the most popular person in the world anyway...im more of a science geek than anything. Besides my forearm crutches are the newest thing to stare at in the hallways...so I guess home school is the best option.

Dear Diary, May 30th

Well they were right about the wheelchair...there have been a lot of changes around the house. Dad is really moping around alot...I guess its really getting to him...I mean he comes from a family of single parents...im really all he's ever had.

My father was raised by my grandfather, until he reached the age of 17 and my grandfather passed away. I've never met grandmother all I really know about her, is her name Maria Cerrera or as more people knew her by...Maria Cerrera Stark.

That's right Diary, the lonely teenager with the broken family and the silver wheelchair is the niece of the great Tony Stark.

June...

July...

Dear Diary, August 28th

Well I guess I haven't really kept you up to date Diary...I used to think that you were a way to let my feelings out, so that some day when I was gone my father would know how well I was handling my disease, and how much I loved and cared about him.

But I guess that doesn't even matter anymore... my father Francis King died June 20th

The doctors say it was an aneurism in his brain. I think he just died of a broken heart...he just couldn't stand to watch the only thing he loved in this world whither away in front his eyes...

I just don't know what im supposed to do Diary... I just want to wheel myself out this stupid window!

For the first time since I've been sick I actually feel useless and broken...

Im not so thankful toward life anymore...I cant really see what there is to be thankful for...this may be my last entry Diary...after all...your just some blank paper.