Hello everyone! I noticed that this chapter is a little short, but I did that on purpose. You'll see why next chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.

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Hero for One

Week 2: Trouble Begins

Monday, 9:20 P.M.

Dear diary,

Another big kid insulted me again. They seem to be picking on me a lot lately. Keith is picked on, too, but much worse. They hurt him, sometimes really badly. But maybe they'll leave us alone tomorrow.

I saw that boy again. Except this time I was in the military place, and I kinda met him. Daddy picked me up after school and took me to work with him, saying he would play with me after he was done. I think he lied. He didn't play with me at all. He just had me sit in his office while he wrote stuff on papers. I didn't have anything else to do, so I brought out my writing book to write a poem. I got bored after awhile, so I snuck out of daddy's office while he was on the phone.

I wandered down the hall for a while, looking for something to do. After wandering up and down hallways, I decided to go back. But I couldn't find my daddy's office again. I was lost. I don't cry, so instead I wandered around a bit. I was still lost after a few minutes, and I started to get scared. Then I turned the corner and ran into the big metal man. I hurt my nose on his metal leg. It hurt really badly!

He noticed me instantly and started to talk to me. For being so big, he sure did have a small voice. The boy with the golden eyes walked out of a nearby door, looking angry. After he noticed me, he asked the metal man who I was.

I stood straight and tall and told them who I was and that my daddy was in the military. I also said I was lost. The metal boy (his voice is too small to be a man's) told me they would help me. So, they helped me find my daddy's office. He was still working at his desk. He hadn't even noticed I was gone. It was okay with me. People don't usually notice me.

That's all that happened today. Daddy yelled at me for leaving his office and slapped me across the face. I didn't cry, but I was sad. Daddy never hurt me before. I'm going to bed now. I still don't know the golden-eyed boy's name. Maybe I'll find out tomorrow. Goodnight! I'll talk to you tomorrow!

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Tuesday, 9:45 P.M.

Dear diary,

Mommy and daddy sent me to bed early again. I can hear them talking now. I don't know what they're saying, but I know it's important. Otherwise, they would've let me listen.

Daddy just yelled at mommy. I wonder why? I don't understand adults. They confuse me. First, mommy said she loved me. Then she shoved me into my room. I fell to the ground and hit my head on the door. I'm fine now, but it still hurt. Do you know what's wrong with everyone?

Goodnight! I'll talk to you tomorrow!

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Wednesday, 9:336 P.M.

Dear diary,

Keith is being more social. He asked me what my name was, and what I liked. I told him, smiling the whole time. When I told him he was my friend, he stared at me a little before returning to his lunch. I think that shocked him a bit. Maybe he never had a friend before. Well, I'll be his friend! You can, too, if you want.

I saw the boy with the golden eyes again. I still don't know his name. I wish I did. But I'm too shy to ask. I wonder if we'll ever meet again? I would like to.

I want to know why mommy and daddy are always sending me to my room early and talking after I go to bed. I'll ask mommy tomorrow. Maybe she'll tell me.

Goodnight! I'll talk to you tomorrow!

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Thursday, 9:47 P.M.

Dear diary,

I see the boy everyday now. He's always talking with the metal boy, so he doesn't see me or talk to me. But at least I get to see him. I like his eyes. They're pretty. They remind me of the sun.

Mommy won't let me go outside any more. I wish she would let me go outside. I like the snow. It sparkles in the sunlight. It's pretty, too. I want to build a snowman with Keith. But I don't know where he lives, or if he's allowed to play in the snow.

Daddy walks me all the way to school, instead of leaving at the military place when we pass it like usual. I think he doesn't want me to play either. Daddy keeps acting meaner to me than usual. I hope he doesn't hit me again.

I'm tired. Goodnight! I'll talk to you tomorrow!

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Friday, 9:56 P.M.

Dear diary,

Keith is acting more like a friend now. He says hi and asks me questions. I enjoy lunchtime now. Before I hated it, because no one sat with me. But now I have a friend to talk to. I also have you, so that I can talk to someone at home. I know you aren't real, but it still makes me feel better to tell you things.

Mommy isn't being as nice to me as before. She yells at me a lot. I don't like it. She yelled at me for something I didn't do, today. I didn't cry, though. I never cry. Daddy says only weak people cry. I won't be weak.

The older kids at school pick on me more often now. One of the older boys pulled my hair. A girl from my class called me a bad name. I don't like school anymore. The only good part is eating lunch with Keith and being able to see the boy after school everyday.

Goodnight! I'll talk to you tomorrow!

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Saturday, 9:57 P.M.

Dear diary,

The big kids are being really mean to me. Someone pushed me near the staircase, and I almost fell down. Keith was with me. He stared at them until they left. I like having a friend.

Mommy hit me today. I only wanted to play in the snow. I don't understand why. Here's what happened. Maybe you'll understand.

I was walking home as usual and saw some kids my age building a snowman. Two were having a snowball fight. I wanted to play, too, and when I asked they let me. I guess it got kinda late, 'cause mommy came looking for me. She found me throwing snowballs at another boy outside of the military place. She grabbed my arm and pulled me home, scolding me the whole way. When we got home, mommy slapped me and pushed me into my room. She locked the door from the outside and told me I was going to bed with out dinner.

I'm a little hungry, but it's okay as long as I don't think about it. Mommy's yelling at daddy downstairs. I'm gonna go to bed now. I don't wanna get in trouble. Goodnight! I'll talk to you tomorrow!

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Okay, that was week two. What do you think? I'll give a carton of ice cream to anyone who guesses what I left out in this chapter (kinda easy if ya ask me). Review please.