A/N: I love the freedom that a journal entry fan fic gives so I decided to continue this in between all my other stories. Oi, I lead such a hectic life!
March 25, 1984
Sunday 1:30 p.m.
It's a wonderful feeling, waking up to the sounds of your parents screaming. Funny, some kids get roused out of bed by the smell of pancakes I get woken up by the sound of my father calling my mother a "bitch." I don't know what I would do if I didn't have a stereo in my room. The ability to drown out their voices with rock music keeps me from cutting off my own ears just to get some quiet time.
I just wished they'd hurry up and get divorced already. I hate being caught up in the middle like some unwanted rag doll. A doll that no one really wants and neither wants the other one to keep. Sometimes I wish my father would just leave with that "Jacqueline" woman. At least this way my mother wouldn't have any one to scream at. On second thought, she'd probably end up blaming it all on me. They think I don't know. They think I'm some naïve little princess with no concept of reality. Well I do know reality, and let me just say reality is fucked up.
The library is starting to seem okay compared to what's going on around here. At least I kind of had someone to talk to, another human being to vent out my frustrations to. I mean Jenny and Leslie are all right but I doubt they'll understand as much as the Breakfast Club did. The Breakfast Club, leave it to Brian to come up with such a clever name. He was the smart one of the group though. I wonder what they are all doing right now. I wonder if he is thinking of me as much as I am.
Until later perhaps,
Claire
A/N: As always let me know what you think.