Chapter Two
August 24, 1952
Hello! I should tell you who I am, right? Well, my name is Mischa Altamonte. (My middle name
is Maru, how awful! I hate it, I really do!) I was adopted and I hate my parents. So much. I don't
remember who my real parents were, I don't remember their names or anything about them. The
only thing I do remember is I had a brother. I think his name was Hannibal or Howard, but I do
not know for sure. Anyway, Satine, my nanny, she bought you for me for my tenth birthday, but I
never used you before. I never really liked writing, but I do love painting! And singing! They're
both so much fun! I don't have many friends, they all seem to think I am strange. They call me a
goody two shoes and they say I come from another planet because I am much too smart to go to
school with them. I do not understand them. Well, Satine just told me that our dinner is ready, so
I must be going or mother will become angry with me. Goodbye.
Mischa
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December 30, 1952
Diary,
I told you I do not like writing very much. I am sorry I have not wrote in such a long time.
Today is my birthday. Mother and Father bought me a lovely new dress. It is green velvet. They
say I am to wear it to church on Sunday. Satine bought me a new book! It is called David
Copperfield. It is by Charles Dickens, who's writing I strongly admire. I would say that I want to
be just like him, but my writing skills keep me from speaking those words. I hate my Mother and
Father. Mother, when I use improper English, she smacks my face very hard. She was raised
Italian and only spoke that language until she was fifteen. She always says that she does not
want me to be like her. Secretly, I do not want to be like her either. Father, he is never home. He
drinks a lot and often works late. I see Mother cry a lot, but I find that her pain brings me joy.
My life is horrible because of her. I try telling Satine how I feel, but Satine, who was raised in an
orphanage, keeps telling me that things could be much worse. I do not see how. I have no
friends, and my family does not care. Sometimes, before I fall to sleep, I wonder about my
brother. Would he care? I hope he would. I want to find him very badly. Satine has just
announced that Mother says I should go to bed now. I do not want her to be angry with me.
Forgive me for leaving, Diary. Goodbye.
Mischa
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December 25, 1956
Diary,
It's Christmas today. In five days I will turn fifteen. It's very exciting for me. My school says
that I have a very high intelligence level for someone my age, and turning fifteen means I will be
graduating from school! Finally, after all these years of torture, I will be off on my own. I'm
going to college in America. I plan on becoming a psychiatric, I don't know why, but the human
mind has always interested me. I have finally made friends, and diary, you'll never guess, but I
am in love! His name is Antonio, and he's an extremely handsome fifteen year old who will also
be graduating with me. He's going to be attending the same college as I am. We plan on
marrying after we both graduate. Oh, Diary, you just don't know what it's like to be in love!
But now, onto something different. Something I've been thinking a lot about lately. My brother.
I'm pretty sure his name is Hannibal. I remember his face, his eyes... I remember everything I
can. I miss him. I hope and pray every night that he is alive and that one day I will meet him. I
love him. I always will. I'm not sure how we got separated. My parents tell me that as a child, I
was going to be killed, but somehow, by some miracle, I was saved. I came out of it with a hunk
of my hair and a tiny sliver of my ear missing. Well, the bell just rang, meaning that Jadzia, the
new nanny (Satine died from a heart attack a few years back. May she rest in peace), has
decided that it's time for me to go to bed. I will write again soon, Diary. Goodbye.
Mische
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January 16, 1957
Diary,
I hate my parents! They are keepi
Hannibal flipped the pages to find where the entry continued, but the next pages were torn from
the small book. He turned to the next page which remained in the journal.
March 19, 1975
Diary,
I haven't written in well over fifteen years. Much has happened. Mother died in depression after
she found about Marchele's pregnancy. Mom pleaded with Dad to leave Marchele, but he kept
saying that he couldn't leave a pregnant woman. I don't blame him. My father was a jerk.
After Mom's death, I divorced Michael. I was sick of the emotional abuse. He thought he could
control me. No one can control me. It wasn't soon after the divorce that I moved to America and
came back into contact with Antonio, who still happened to be single. We married, and within a
month I was pregnant with little Satine, named after the one woman that I loved so much. Satine
is three now, so as you can see, she wasn't born that long ago. Those have been the highlights of
my life, which I can say is a lot better now than it ever was before.
But there is still one thing missing, and it will always be missing. I miss the love of my brother. I
would give anything to see him again. He means the world to me. All those years back with my
parents, he was the tread that I held onto. His memory was the only thing that kept me alive. His
memory will keep me alive forever.
Love and Peace always,
Mischa Marie (Finally after all these years I think to change it!)
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December 31, 1976
Floating into innocence
While shifting into gear
Leaving behind all infidelities
As I give away my fear
Ripping open all the sores
Of the ingrown wounds
Reminding myself all the pain
Will be over soon
Please tell me that there is
Much more to life than this
Than sitting around waiting
For a first love, first touch, first kiss
Please tell me I'm not useless
Not as worthless as I seem
Because once upon a time
There had been a little girl with a dream
But all those dreams are all gone now
Shattered away like glass
She watches it happen before her eyes
Worries grow into a mass
So you can sit and watch this girl
And you can make her life a miss
Or you can be the different one
The one that makes her life worth more than this
I'm so sick of Antonio doing all the work around here! I'm going to help out! I really want to
start publishing my writing. As a child, I said I never liked writing, but I guess the wind will
blow. I have so many more poems. I only wish they could be better.
March 15, 1977
I finally have a better poem! Perhaps this one will be published.
Memories of the Past
It's kinda funny what we do
Kinda funny what we say
We say "Don't worry about the past,
Worry about today."
But it's not today that really hurts,
Today's feelings never last.
The only things that hurt in life
Are the memories of the past.
If I only gave my worries
To the problems of today
I wouldn't worry where you are
Wouldn't worry where you stay.
If I lived my life in the present
You wouldn't be in my mind
But in this life we live three ways
One of them being past time.
I live my life for the future
But in my life you cast
Shadows of spring and autumn
Shadows of the past.
It's kinda funny what we do
Kinda funny what we say
We say "Don't worry about the past,
Worry about today."
In today's life we make memories,
Memories that will last,
But yet we dwell back to that place
To the memories of the past.
I dedicate that to my brother. No matter what I do, I always remember him. Rather I like it or
not, he will always be a part of my life. I only wish I knew him.
Mischa
Alright... that's all for now.. Praise me, flame me... I don't care, just please comment... if u have
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~*~Melissa~*~
August 24, 1952
Hello! I should tell you who I am, right? Well, my name is Mischa Altamonte. (My middle name
is Maru, how awful! I hate it, I really do!) I was adopted and I hate my parents. So much. I don't
remember who my real parents were, I don't remember their names or anything about them. The
only thing I do remember is I had a brother. I think his name was Hannibal or Howard, but I do
not know for sure. Anyway, Satine, my nanny, she bought you for me for my tenth birthday, but I
never used you before. I never really liked writing, but I do love painting! And singing! They're
both so much fun! I don't have many friends, they all seem to think I am strange. They call me a
goody two shoes and they say I come from another planet because I am much too smart to go to
school with them. I do not understand them. Well, Satine just told me that our dinner is ready, so
I must be going or mother will become angry with me. Goodbye.
Mischa
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December 30, 1952
Diary,
I told you I do not like writing very much. I am sorry I have not wrote in such a long time.
Today is my birthday. Mother and Father bought me a lovely new dress. It is green velvet. They
say I am to wear it to church on Sunday. Satine bought me a new book! It is called David
Copperfield. It is by Charles Dickens, who's writing I strongly admire. I would say that I want to
be just like him, but my writing skills keep me from speaking those words. I hate my Mother and
Father. Mother, when I use improper English, she smacks my face very hard. She was raised
Italian and only spoke that language until she was fifteen. She always says that she does not
want me to be like her. Secretly, I do not want to be like her either. Father, he is never home. He
drinks a lot and often works late. I see Mother cry a lot, but I find that her pain brings me joy.
My life is horrible because of her. I try telling Satine how I feel, but Satine, who was raised in an
orphanage, keeps telling me that things could be much worse. I do not see how. I have no
friends, and my family does not care. Sometimes, before I fall to sleep, I wonder about my
brother. Would he care? I hope he would. I want to find him very badly. Satine has just
announced that Mother says I should go to bed now. I do not want her to be angry with me.
Forgive me for leaving, Diary. Goodbye.
Mischa
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December 25, 1956
Diary,
It's Christmas today. In five days I will turn fifteen. It's very exciting for me. My school says
that I have a very high intelligence level for someone my age, and turning fifteen means I will be
graduating from school! Finally, after all these years of torture, I will be off on my own. I'm
going to college in America. I plan on becoming a psychiatric, I don't know why, but the human
mind has always interested me. I have finally made friends, and diary, you'll never guess, but I
am in love! His name is Antonio, and he's an extremely handsome fifteen year old who will also
be graduating with me. He's going to be attending the same college as I am. We plan on
marrying after we both graduate. Oh, Diary, you just don't know what it's like to be in love!
But now, onto something different. Something I've been thinking a lot about lately. My brother.
I'm pretty sure his name is Hannibal. I remember his face, his eyes... I remember everything I
can. I miss him. I hope and pray every night that he is alive and that one day I will meet him. I
love him. I always will. I'm not sure how we got separated. My parents tell me that as a child, I
was going to be killed, but somehow, by some miracle, I was saved. I came out of it with a hunk
of my hair and a tiny sliver of my ear missing. Well, the bell just rang, meaning that Jadzia, the
new nanny (Satine died from a heart attack a few years back. May she rest in peace), has
decided that it's time for me to go to bed. I will write again soon, Diary. Goodbye.
Mische
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January 16, 1957
Diary,
I hate my parents! They are keepi
Hannibal flipped the pages to find where the entry continued, but the next pages were torn from
the small book. He turned to the next page which remained in the journal.
March 19, 1975
Diary,
I haven't written in well over fifteen years. Much has happened. Mother died in depression after
she found about Marchele's pregnancy. Mom pleaded with Dad to leave Marchele, but he kept
saying that he couldn't leave a pregnant woman. I don't blame him. My father was a jerk.
After Mom's death, I divorced Michael. I was sick of the emotional abuse. He thought he could
control me. No one can control me. It wasn't soon after the divorce that I moved to America and
came back into contact with Antonio, who still happened to be single. We married, and within a
month I was pregnant with little Satine, named after the one woman that I loved so much. Satine
is three now, so as you can see, she wasn't born that long ago. Those have been the highlights of
my life, which I can say is a lot better now than it ever was before.
But there is still one thing missing, and it will always be missing. I miss the love of my brother. I
would give anything to see him again. He means the world to me. All those years back with my
parents, he was the tread that I held onto. His memory was the only thing that kept me alive. His
memory will keep me alive forever.
Love and Peace always,
Mischa Marie (Finally after all these years I think to change it!)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
December 31, 1976
Floating into innocence
While shifting into gear
Leaving behind all infidelities
As I give away my fear
Ripping open all the sores
Of the ingrown wounds
Reminding myself all the pain
Will be over soon
Please tell me that there is
Much more to life than this
Than sitting around waiting
For a first love, first touch, first kiss
Please tell me I'm not useless
Not as worthless as I seem
Because once upon a time
There had been a little girl with a dream
But all those dreams are all gone now
Shattered away like glass
She watches it happen before her eyes
Worries grow into a mass
So you can sit and watch this girl
And you can make her life a miss
Or you can be the different one
The one that makes her life worth more than this
I'm so sick of Antonio doing all the work around here! I'm going to help out! I really want to
start publishing my writing. As a child, I said I never liked writing, but I guess the wind will
blow. I have so many more poems. I only wish they could be better.
March 15, 1977
I finally have a better poem! Perhaps this one will be published.
Memories of the Past
It's kinda funny what we do
Kinda funny what we say
We say "Don't worry about the past,
Worry about today."
But it's not today that really hurts,
Today's feelings never last.
The only things that hurt in life
Are the memories of the past.
If I only gave my worries
To the problems of today
I wouldn't worry where you are
Wouldn't worry where you stay.
If I lived my life in the present
You wouldn't be in my mind
But in this life we live three ways
One of them being past time.
I live my life for the future
But in my life you cast
Shadows of spring and autumn
Shadows of the past.
It's kinda funny what we do
Kinda funny what we say
We say "Don't worry about the past,
Worry about today."
In today's life we make memories,
Memories that will last,
But yet we dwell back to that place
To the memories of the past.
I dedicate that to my brother. No matter what I do, I always remember him. Rather I like it or
not, he will always be a part of my life. I only wish I knew him.
Mischa
Alright... that's all for now.. Praise me, flame me... I don't care, just please comment... if u have
a major flame... which I am assuming I'm gonna get being that this sucks so bad... please send it
to WhyHelloClarice7@aol.com ... Please tell me what I can do better... I would love to improve
as a writer... and I don't want to ruin a great story... which I have probably already done... yup,
alright... hope u enjoyed... or became amused... *shrugs*... just hope I cured ur bored.... okie, buh
byes :)
~*~Melissa~*~
