Disclaimer: I only own Lydia.
February 20th 1974,
He's been staring at us all day.
The little red-headed boy, who is absolutely adorable.
He has a round face, rounded features that remind me of my own brother, and is so scrawny...
Like he doesn't eat right...
He didn't eat lunch today, because he had no lunch money...That's not entirely true.
That Eddie fellow shared his lunch with him.
At recess Tiffany left me on a bench.
The red-head walked up to me, stuck out his hand, and said...
"Hi my name is Charles, and your Lydia...Right? Did I remember right?"
I didn't answer.
"No one likes me except Eddie...I don't really have friends...SHE doesn't like it..."
"The Teacher?" I asked against my better judgment.
"No...Momma."
After awhile he left.
I noticed as he walked away he was bruised and cut up and down his legs and arms...
It made me sick at heart.
I'm startled...What's going to happen next?
To me, and Charles...