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Craig looked scared, I could see it in his eyes although he tried to hide
it, 'How could the most perfect day be ruined by my lying, cheating...' just
then I heard something I wish I hadn't
"They just told me your dad is" I dropped the phone knowing what was going
to be said and took off running out of Craig's house and towards my house.
Craig looked at the phone not knowing what to say, he finally picked it up
and explained to my so-called mother what had just happened.
As I entered the place I used to know as my home, it seemed almost foreign. I think I am going insane. I walked in the house and there in our living room sits my "mom" and a man I have seen before but could not put a name to the face. They looked at me like I was a peace of art on display, I begin to cry. They approach me to calm me down as if I am not supposed to be crying.
"It's okay hunny" I hear "Yes it's going to be okay," the man says. I can't take it; I stomp up the stairs to my room.
Dear Diary,
I was just told that my father was dead and I am supposed to be fine with it. My sanity is gone, I can't write right now, I can barely see.
Ellie
Somewhere through the night, I fell asleep because I just woke up and it's 3:00 in the morning. Great another four hours staring at the ceiling. Wait I have a better idea I got up and jumped in the shower really quickly and got ready, in my opinion I looked like a drowned rat but oh well. I go downstairs quietly hoping my mom is not awake. Even worse, I see vodka bottles littering the entire living room. I also hear my mother talking to someone and I hear a man's voice reply with the word sweetie added to the end. I start running. I don't know where I am going; at least I don't think I do. I'm going wherever my feet take me. I stop running, I think I have ran enough.
As I entered the place I used to know as my home, it seemed almost foreign. I think I am going insane. I walked in the house and there in our living room sits my "mom" and a man I have seen before but could not put a name to the face. They looked at me like I was a peace of art on display, I begin to cry. They approach me to calm me down as if I am not supposed to be crying.
"It's okay hunny" I hear "Yes it's going to be okay," the man says. I can't take it; I stomp up the stairs to my room.
Dear Diary,
I was just told that my father was dead and I am supposed to be fine with it. My sanity is gone, I can't write right now, I can barely see.
Ellie
Somewhere through the night, I fell asleep because I just woke up and it's 3:00 in the morning. Great another four hours staring at the ceiling. Wait I have a better idea I got up and jumped in the shower really quickly and got ready, in my opinion I looked like a drowned rat but oh well. I go downstairs quietly hoping my mom is not awake. Even worse, I see vodka bottles littering the entire living room. I also hear my mother talking to someone and I hear a man's voice reply with the word sweetie added to the end. I start running. I don't know where I am going; at least I don't think I do. I'm going wherever my feet take me. I stop running, I think I have ran enough.