Jealousy
By- Fangirl 2
September 23,1999
*So this is just about the info on the family so you know where they might've come from and how their life at home may be. Of course, I don't know if they actually did come from these type of families (because I'm not the original author of the actual book.. obviously) but it's just my imagination. Just giving a heads up, all the rest of these will be about their families! Enjoy! (beware: has some language) *
October 1st, 1999
Dear Diary,
I'm back. I haven't written in awhile, I know. It's just because of everything happening. Oh and in case you were wondering, I got a C on my Spanish test. Surprise! Just kidding, it's obviously not a surprise. I get bad grades like this all the time! Ever since 7th grade when my parents got divorced. My dad was always getting in trouble in all sorts of ways. Like for example, he liked to speed a lot, he liked graffiti and making car crashes happen. It seemed like every Saturday night when I was about to fall asleep, the doorbell would ring. I would tip toe downstairs and find two police officers with my dad handcuffed. My mom would have to apologize, sign a form, and my dad and she would have these long arguments. They went something like this;
Mom: "Carl! I told you STOP! I just put Mary Elizabeth to bed! Why at this time? Why at any time at all?
Dad: "Lisa, it was an accident! I swear! I never meant to get caught!"
Mom: "You shouldn't have been out anyways! And you told me you were going to have a meeting with your job members!"
Dad: "Lisa, I'm sorry."
Mom: "You realize the only reason we're still together is because of Mary Elizabeth. I don't want to break her heart, she's only ten."
And then my mom would walk upstairs to her bedroom and leave my dad down there. Yes, I would hear all that. My bedroom is right over the kitchen so I can easily hear anything through the air vent. One night, my dad went past the line, and I was 12 years old. He crashed the car. It was a nice maroon pickup truck (Buick) and it was his.
Mom:"CARL JACOB EVANSON!"
Dad: "WHAT LISA?"
Mom: "Don't 'what' me? You crashed the motherfucking car! We paid $640 for that!"
Dad: "Accidents aren't allowed to happen?"
Mom: "That's your excuse for are done!"
Dad: "What?!"
Mom;"You heard me. Pack up, let's go. I can't handle you showing up with the police every Saturday night!"
Dad: "FINE! LET MARY ELIZABETH MOURN AND CRY! YOU WILL ALL MISS ME! ALL OF YOU SONS OF BITCHES!"
Sunday morning when I woke up, he wasn't home. My mom was in bed crying. She told me what happened. I told her I heard everything. She hugged me and dug her face in my shoulder. I hugged her back. My mom and I have a strong relationship. I never want to let go. I barely see my dad, we kind of just erased him out of our lives. It's hard to think of him and the past. The past hurts us. My mom is single. She had one boyfriend after my dad, but he never paid attention to her or me so she kind of just dropped him. My mom kind of gave up on boys and I don't blame her. I keep my eye out, but I'm also pretty cautious. I wanted to write this down because I ripped out the old pages. They were too embarrassing. Not to mention, Halloween is 30 days away… that means the Halloween party is coming soon and I don't know what I'm gonna be. I'll go look up ideas. Great, Sam is calling. Bye.
~Mary Elizabeth