Author's note:
Hermione: Hi again peoples
Secretdestiny: We went over this before the sky is pretty.
Hermione: I said nothing about the sky!
Secretdestiny: You said hi and the sky is high, we definitely had this conversation before.
Hermione: I said hello
Secretdestiny: The ground is pretty
Hermione: ::rolls eyes:: Not again!
Secretdestiny: Knots are not pretty! They are frustrating!
Hermione: yes but garlic knots are yummy
Secretdestiny: Do you know what the prettiest thing in the world is
Hermione: Yes
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"Nobody ever really liked me. Why would they? I wasn't a beauty, with thick fingers, a heavy jawed face, and frizzy hair. Intelligence, there was none. Talents, there were none…well except for one thing, writing. I can't count the number of days I stayed in my room, my sanctuary. First I wrote into a diary, my diary, the only thing I felt was mine. It was no secret, I hated my mum. Every little thing in my room, somehow felt like it was hers, it was bought with her money. Not the diary, my father bought it for me with the little money he had. We kept it a secret from my mum; she disapproved of keeping secrets that's what she said a diary was a book full of secrets and deceit. My father said "What she doesn't know won't make her hurt us." And so, I began to write…
Dear diary,
Today at school over the announcements, I heard they were going to start a news paper club. I know I am perfectly useless, but if there's one thing in the world I could do, it would probably be writing. My daddy said I'm his star, I don't know about that, right now I feel very dim, maybe this is the one thing that will let me shine.
See you latter
Dear diary,
We had to tryout for The Newspaper, I submitted a piece about abusive parents. My dad said that writing is the best when taken from life experiences. I didn't think the writing was good, I was wrong as usual, but in this case it's a good thing, I'm in! Watch out sky, here comes a new star.
Bye
Dear diary,
The funniest thing happened in school today, someone talked to me! Her name is Marisa, she said she loved the column I wrote. The Newspaper club loved my beginning entry so much that they submitted it. I got invited to her birthday, I have never got invited to a party before! Well except my own, but no one showed up! She is coming over after school tomorrow. Writing has helped me make a friend.
Dear diary,
I loved having Marisa over, she thought it was strange I did not have many toys. We talked a lot, she was mostly interested in my writing. Her parents are divorced and she does not get much attention. She told me that I should not focus my attention only on physically abusive parents, but parents the abuse in any nature. She said she knew a lot of kids in different circumstances but their parents were abusive in some way. I know what my next newspaper article will be about