At about 11:30pm Sayoran heard a noise. It wasn't a pleasant sound; in fact he hated it more than anything. It was the sound of crying. He followed the sound to a room. He opened the door and heard the sad music mixed with the faint crying. He looked closely at the figure crying, it was Sakura. She was holding a book, a book with the word 'Diary' on it. Something she was reading was making her cry. He figured it was none of his business so he closed the door and walked to his room. He would find out what it was tomorrow when she wasn't looking.
"Morning Sunshine" Sayoran said sarcastically as he opened the blinds in Sakura's room. "Wake up Breakfast is ready" He shook Sakura vigorously and then went to plan C.
"I'm going to kill you Li" A wet Sakura yelled as he chased Sayoran down the stairs and around the house.
"OO I'm so scared, the poor little girl is going to kill me."
"Hell yea"
"It was only a little bit of water. Freezing cold water. But water none the less. Would your mother have bin this harsh? Hell I bet your mother is fat and ugly just like you" Sayoran yelled still running. Sakura stopped running and looked to the ground. Sayoran walked up to her.
"What? Did that hurt? Aw poor baby" Sayoran mocked. "It's true though, your mother was so ugly and fat that when you were born you screamed in horror"
Sakura slowly looked up. She looked like she was going to kill someone, you thought she looked scary when he poured water over her; she looks 100 times worse now.
"You don't know what you're talking about. So id shut up if you know what's good for you." Sakura threatened. Sayoran just walked away
"Whatever you say pumpkin." Sakura grabbed Sayoran's shirt and pulled him back. She punched him in the gut. And then dropped him and walked to the kitchen.
"Fuck that hurt" Sayoran complained Lying on the floor. "Who knew she had such a hard punch. Oh her diary!" Sayoran forced himself off the floor and walked as fast as he could to her room. He picked it up and started reading. Then he saw one entry that caught his attention.
December 24th
Today is the day before Christmas, The day that my mother died. It's bin 13 years since she died. I just can't be happy on Christmas, its impossible. How can I? Every time someone talks about their mothers I get sad, every time I hear those 'Yo momma' jokes I get angry, how can someone hate their mother? It doesn't make sense I love my mother. I better go to bed now or else my daddy might hit me… I hate my life, stupid abusive people.
By: Sakura
"No wonder she was angry at me." Sayoran whispered to himself. "What does she mean abusive people?" he asked himself.
