**So, these are random pages from Isaac's diary. I'm not really sure where Isaac really is as he narrates between the pages, so it may confuse you. And this one is short. Sorry!**

You think I'm a horrible person, don't you? Well guess what? I don't really mind. You don't know me personally, but I'm going to try to give you an idea. I don't mind that you think I'm an ass. Really, I don't. I respect opinions.

This first one is when I was my brother's age. I don't mind if you think I'm a wimp for writing in a diary, either. It helps with stuff.

May 13th

Dear Diary,

Today I got into a fight with Kierra. She's not the same as she was. I miss how we used to play. She was so funny and nice. But now, she's unapproachable. I wonder if she still loves me. I bet she doesn't. I don't know what I'm going to do about Mom. She was putting stuff up her nose again. She hasn't done it for a while. When she saw me looking at her, she got really mad. She grabbed me and threw me into a chair. My nose started bleeding, and for some reason, she looked away. I don't know why, but she did. Kierra picked Jessie up and we all ran. She can be really scary sometimes.

Isaac J. Woods

And that's when I was 11. It only went downhill from there. That's all that ever seemed to happen. A never ending hill; a car spiraling out of control forever. I don't know why bad things happen, they just did.

Here's one when I was 13.

August 17th

Dear Diary,

I made another friend today. Her name is (name). She has (h/c), (h/l) hair and (e/c) eyes. She's so kind and funny. She's really smart, too. She says she'll help me with my schoolwork. I'm glad I made a friend.

She reminds me of Aunt Luci before she passed. I wish she didn't, maybe I wouldn't be stuck with mom. Cancer is a sickening thing that is selfish and takes people you care about. I hope nothing happens to (name).

Isaac J. Woods.

I know what your thinking, and I don't want your pity. I just want to tell you my story. No just any story; the real story. Everyone thinks, "Oh, he's terrible. He's a delinquent." Well, guess what? It's true. I'm not a liar. I never listened to my parents, but all kids rebel against adults. I think it's a phase or something.

Here's an entry was from when I was 16.

Dear Diary,

Claire kicked me out for the first time today. I have the best mother ever, right? I didn't know where to go, so I went to the playground. She was mad because my dad tried getting a hold of me, and she wouldn't let me talk to him! I want to find him and meet him. I'm still a bit mad he walked out, but I might forgive him. Family is really important, right? In all cases except for my mothers.

Also, I might like (name). A lot. She's the only good thing in my life right now. If I wouldn't have met her, I'd probably be in jail right now. That, or dead. Either way, neither is appealing.

I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm not coming back. I'm taking J, too. He's not staying in the hell-hole anymore, either. I'm sneaking him out when I get our stuff. Claire may be my biological mom, but she will never be a true mother, to me or my family.

And that's when I left. Kierra ended up coming, too. She didn't want to admit it, but she cared. Well, I don't have much left to say. So, you understand my position now. My childhood was abuse, drug use, a father that never came; But I'm not complaining. I'm watching now, reflecting on my life. They say when you die, your brain works for ten minutes after your heart stops beating, but it feels like a lifetime, and you see your whole life. That's not the case now. I'm watching the present as well as the future.

As for Kierra, I forgive her. She feels guilty, but it was my fault. I put myself I had no place being. If I could turn back, I'd just have left with (name). If I could say anything, I'd apologize and tell her it wasn't her fault.

That's all I have to say now. I hope you all realize I'm not a criminal; my roots were in the wrong ground, and If I make anyone sad with this, I'm sorry. I just want to be heard.