The Life of Sara
November 1, 1992
It is cold down here and all I have is old newspaper and an old torn
up blanket. My name is Sarah and I have three brothers and two really
mean parents. There are four rooms and everyone but me gets one. I
sleep downstairs in a dog house with my name written in big letters on
it. I couldn't sleep at all last night. Matter of fact any nights.
November 2, 1992
I woke up to find a seat with my name on it. No dog dish today ? I
questioned myself. l told my mother thank you for allowing me to eat
at the table with my family. But I know there is a catch to this. I
know it is not my birthday and none of my brothers are in trouble so
it is obvious that she is wanting me to lie about something today, but
what? Well I guess I was wrong, She was just deciding to be nice
today. She gave me a new blanket! This one is slightly bigger and will
keep me much warmer at night. Usually on these kinds of days i would
go to school, but today is different instead we are the mall shopping
for summer clothes! Well this was fun until we got home. Mother
decided to leave and she didn't return for hours. It is 1:00am and my
mother has returned from where ever. I'm in the "dog house" with my
cat Tigger. I am pretty sure my mother is high. It wouldn't be a first
time and definitely not the last. One time she told me to go home or
other known as the dog house. I went
I went downstairs and waited for her to go to sleep. When she was
finally went to bed i snuck out to go to the school. I found away to
get in without setting off any alarms. I was going to my old classroom
number 114. There were very good memories in this room that's why I
love it here. I fell asleep on a desk and was awakened by my mother
screaming at the top of her lungs at me. I was frightened. The worst
part of it all was that my dad otherwise know as the "big man" was
there...
November 3, 1992
I tried to sneak out to go to school today but, my mom and my dad
caught me and I got my every day beating but this time it was twice as
hard. I had to stay home because of all my bruises. Well at least they
let me go outside to the tree house my friend Katie and I made. I miss
Katie a lot but I cannot speak to her anymore because of my parents. I
couldn't feel my head and my body was throbbing with pain. I felt
dead.
November 4, 1992
I went to school today. It surprised me that my mother said I could
go. But I had to hide all of my bruises. I managed pretty well. The
principal told me that if I go to school for a month that they will
allow me to have books. I was very happy to hear that because I love
reading books. I realized that I wouldn't be able to get books because
of mom and dad rarely let me go to school . I really want to be a
veterinarian when I'm older , but my grades in school won't be good
enough. My parents always tell me me that I am worthless and stupid.
So I think to myself no education, no job, no money, no life! I fell
asleep for like five minutes and when I woke up I check the crappy
cell phone my mother gave me and it said that I had twenty missed
calls. They were ALL from my dad. In the first three messages he was
clam telling me I had to come home. After that the messages started
becoming more violent sounding. They all said the same thing "Get home
now!" I was think when he said home did he mean the "dog house" or his
room? I believe he meant his room which was a very scary thought to
think. Well I got home and I went to my father's room he told me to do
my homework because we needed more firewood. My homework never gets
back to school it always ends up in the fire place. Well I found out
that a social worker came today and took two of my brothers Eric and
Joel. Matthew and I were the only ones left only because we weren't
home at the time. Of course mother blames me for her actions.
Everything she does wrong is my fault. I can't help to think why does
she treat me like this? My oldest brother Joel told me everything was
fine until you came along as if I was the reason mother and father
barely get along anymore. So maybe that's why I'm she treats me like
this I'm just a mistake.
November 5, 1992
My mom is at yelling dad again. He stayed out to late again... I think
he was at the bar or someone else's house his mistress. He is crying
of all the things i seen i never thou i wold see that. I got to my dog
house and got out the box that is all of my loved things in it i am
hiding it in the club house and me and Katie are aloud to talk now. I
went to the school computers to check out the animal web site that I
enjoy so much. Life seems to be getting better for me. Maybe my
parents were on something serious. I never know if this will last
though. It could also be a trick, a very bad trick.
November 9, 1992
I've lost track of my journal. Things have been pretty bad here. My
dad hasn't been home for the past three nights straight. My mother has
been shopping for her "items" as she calls them. My brothers wrote me
but of course my mother didn't tell me so I found them all on her
dresser rapped in a rubber band. I knew they were mine because I seen
my name written in big letters Sarah Bennett. I couldn't take all of
them so I only a forth. I read all the letters and replied to every
single one! I really miss them.
November 10, 1992
I sent my letters today on my way to school. School is so amazing! Yet
everyone makes fun of me because of my clothes. Except these two
students Charles and Katie. I've known Katie for awhile. More like a
lifetime. When I got home from school my mom was yelling at something
the same way she yells at everything even the darn car so i guess it
is my brother got an F this time on his report card...It happens
every time and she goes off...and me she can care less how my report
card looks. so i go to my dog house and fell asleep thin my cat Tigger
licked my nose and i get up it is 10:00 and this was open so i did
this now...
November 12,1992
The car wold not start i guess i will walk today. The home room
teacher is telling me too do some thing that i can't do...Thine i got
an A+ i was happy but my mom do's not care at all..i still have it I
can not tell how i can make my mom proud of me and it is really hard
for me..My brothers only gets all my mom pried and my nothing no one
ever thinks i am the one that she hates...I think i will run away some
time to day i will live longer if i do and my mom or dad will not look
for me and i will take my brother with me.
November 15,1992
I got my and all brothers stuff that they told me get for them we will
meet at the subway to go to his home at last i will be free!