Diary of Harley (Working title)

A drabble thingy by Psychoswordlady

(A/N: If you've ever seen the TV show, Harley is the guy with the purple hair who dresses like Cacturne. Harley's a very interesting character (cough) and so I decided to write about him. Also the layout and sentences are really choppy because he started writing in the diary when he was eight.)

8 Feb 1995

Dear Diary

This is my first time writing to you. I turn nine in a month. I'm hoping Daddy will get me another Pokemon, because Mister Poofy, my Jigglypuff I've had since I was three, seems lonely. And I want Mommy to give me an Easy Bake oven since she won't let me make my own cookies. Daddy would probably say no and try to get me a toy truck like he did last year, or a football like he did at Christmas. I don't like trucks. Football is boring especially when Daddy watches it on TV. I want to play with Mister Poofy. Mister Poofy is soft and fuzzy and he's like a stuffed toy but better, because he hugs back.

Diary, I sure hope I get what I want for my birthday. See you soon!

20 Mar 1995

Dear Diary,

Daddy ended up buying me a toy robot. I hate robots. He could have at least gotten me a doll or a Beanie Baby. Daddy never buys me toys I want to play with. At least Mommy got me the Easy Bake oven. I'm really good at it. Mommy says I should be a chef. Daddy says that's a sissy job and she looked at him funny. What does sissy mean? Is it like having a sister? Because then I wouldn't be able to do it because I don't have any sisters, or any brothers. Sometimes I wish I had one. Maybe a brother, because he'd be the only boy to play with me. At school I always play with the girls because the other boys are always throwing stuff or hitting each other, and that doesn't look fun at all. Boys are icky.

13 Aug 1995

Dear Diary,

Some mean girl took my hot dog at lunch today. She made me sad and I ran out of the room and cried on a tree. Then I was really mad. I didn't want to hit her, though, because you don't hit a girl and I'd get in trouble. Mommy had a doctor visit today. She looked a little surprised when she came back. I wonder if it's good news or bad news. Then I told her about the mean girl and the hot dog and she made my favorite food, potato soup. Also, after dinner I overheard Mommy and Daddy talking about how things are going to be now that she has cancer. What's cancer? Does it mean I'm going to get a little brother? Because that would be great.

6 Sep 1995

Dear Diary,

Mommy doesn't look so good. I mean, she's pretty like always, but she looks a little skinnier and paler. Like that actress lady I saw on the news one day. I dressed up in one of her dresses and put on her big floppy hat and her shoes and came in to cheer her up. She thought it was really cute and asked if I wanted help with the makeup. I said yes! And then she let me use her makeup box and helped me put some of it on. I did the lipstick myself and it looked really bad, so she put it on for me. I felt really pretty and wanted to go show Daddy, and he frowned and said I looked dumb. I was about to cry but then Mommy came and talked to him for a second and then he said I looked pretty and picked me up and hugged me. Then I was okay again. Also, school started a few days ago. It was fun. The teachers are really nice—they even let you play with your Pokemon during recess—but some of the kids are mean. When I was playing with Mister Poofy in the sandbox, a boy came up to me and said "Boys don't play with Jigglypuffs." I told him his Ekans was ugly and he shut up and went to bother some girls.

28 Nov 1995

Dear Diary,

Thanksgiving was this week. All our relatives came over and we ate a lot. My great-grandma pinched my cheeks and said that I was a very pretty little girl. I told her I was a boy and she said that was silly. Then Mommy came over and said, "Grandma, he's right. Harley's my son." Then she squinted at me and said that little boys shouldn't have their hair that long. I think Grams has trouble seeing. Mine's not that long—only about to my shoulders. I like my hair. It's purple and kind of curly and it gets poofy if I go too long without washing it. Mommy says it makes my eyes look green. They're more aqua colored but Mommy always says I look best in green. I wonder what I'll get for Christmas, speaking of green. I already have the Easy bake oven. Daddy will probably get me another dumb toy like a cowboy hat or a policeman playset. I'd rather have a pretty bike with streamers and pink paint. Daddy would probably agree to get me a bike because the other boys have bikes and I don't have one yet.

26 Dec 1995

Dear Diary,

Daddy got me a bike, but I don't want it. It's red and has big black tires and I think it's ugly. Mommy said she'd take me to the bike store and get pretty streamers for it and get it painted pink like I wanted it, and get new pretty white tires because the ones that came on it were flat anyway. Daddy says Mommy's going to make me a wuss. What's a wuss? Mommy looked at him funny like she always does when he says something like that, and then we went to the bike store. Oh, by the way, Mommy got me a new sweater for Christmas. It's light blue and I like it lots. Daddy said I looked tough in it. I acted like I liked it then, but I really don't like it when he says I look tough. I like it when people say I'm cute. Mommy's been sick a lot lately but she tries to act like she isn't, and she does stuff for me anyway. Mommy's really nice. I don't know what we'd do without her, because I can only cook with the Easy bake oven and Daddy can't cook at all.