Author's Notes:

Well, here's another diary entry written by Susanna! In this episode, she and her half-siblings were busy snooping around in the computer and after coming across a released autopsy report of a recently murdered little girl, her mother goes ballistic and shoos them out of the computer room before showing the findings to one of her newest teammates. Afterwards, Susanna gets a lesson on how some mothers do not care about their children and even get rid of them just to fulfill their selfish desires.The next two entries after this one are a couple of drabbles involving her and her elderly mother and also of her younger foster brother Kip.

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Friday, June 19th, 2009 8:28 P.M.

Boy, what a day! Leah, Holly, Francis and I were looking at videos on YouTube and we were also reading Casey Aragon's autopsy report online. Of course, our little online adventure was cut short when our mother caught us taking a peek at that said report.

"Susanna! Leah! Holly! Francis! What the fucking hell are you doing reading something you should not be reading on the Internet? That autopsy report is for a little girl your age that was brutally murdered and should not be for your eyes!" my mother hollered and screeched at us in a frantic and hysterical rage as she dragged us out of Daddy's computer room and threw us out of there, (not literally though), and banished us to the playroom to do something more appropriate.

My mother then proceeded to take a look at the report and from a distance I can hear her stifle a couple of horrified sobs and her distinctive rueful gasps as she beheld the horrific, grisly details of the report that lay before her, although it looked pretty clean though to me.

Beverly Andrews then walked into the room moments later and then enquired my mother. "Honey, what's wrong? I heard you screaming at the children just moments ago," she importuned her quizzically. "Bev, take a look at this god-awful report. You are going to wish you've never laid eyes upon it. It's every parent's nightmare. Just the word "skeletonized" scares the shit out of me," my mother riposted to her with a low, strained, trembling voice.

Beverly then puts on her reading glasses and skims through the report for a few minutes and within a matter of moments tears were brimming and watering in her eyes and she clutched her throat as if she was going to scream. She made gagging, choking sounds and even that disturbed me. "Oh, My, God!" Beverly gasped in trembling horror as she shook and quivered in a terrified manner.

And that was when she began to bawl and wail on top of my mommy's shoulder and she screamed in an agonized, pained, excruciating voice. "My God, Suzanne! What kind of vile, horrible person would dare do such a grisly deed to a little girl? That could have been my granddaughter right there!" she sobbed in a muffled voice as Mommy enfolded and clutched her in her arms and rocked her gently in a cradle to comfort her.

I immediately rushed into the room and then clung to Beverly in an attempt to reassure her that everything is all right. Beverly then glanced over her shoulder with a stricken, tear-stained, melancholic look in her face and then picked me up and then cradled me in her arms. "Susa, be grateful that you have a family who loves you and a mommy who loves you very much. This is a very dangerous and cruel world and there are a lot of little girls whose mommies don't treat them like they should. Do you understand, darling?" she murmured to me sadly and gravely and I nodded understandingly. "Good girl," she sniffled and then she cuddled me close to her as I smiled at the vulnerable, loving, compassionate woman.

Just the other day, my daddy had told me about the time he enlisted in World War II as a pilot in the rank of captain dropping TNTs on the European coast and participating in several dogfights with German airplanes as well as delivering supplies to and from American troops located in the European war front. "I wanted to kill Hitler," he said to me with a wry smile as he drifted in his recollections of the time he served fighting in WWII. "I was in the Second World War as a captain and I got in along with my brother Richard Davis, who is also your uncle. I didn't like the people he was hanging around with and therefore I wasn't too enthusiastic about going into the acting business. I was a sports enthusiast and the town I was born in, Columbus, Ohio, was sports crazy!"

"But the action ended just as quickly as I got in. Damn, that sucked. But you should be proud that your father is a World War II veteran who would go on a reconnaissance mission to destroy Hitler if I had to do it all over again. I would even do it for your mother, who you know is a sassy Jewish old gal." Heh, heh, my daddy. He could crack jokes with the best of them.

9:51 P.M.

It's almost 10 o' clock, do you know where your children are? NO! Because I don't have any! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Well, it kind of sucks because my mommy just dropped into my room to peek into the computer again. "Susanna, what the HELL are you writing?" Mommy interrogated me inquisitively and with a laughing smile as she peered down into the screen while I tried my darned hardest to ignore her. She read the last two entries I wrote and started laughing. "What is this random shit you're writing? Are you doing your own autobiography or something? Your life has barely started yet!" she cackled and howled with a rambunctious laughter.

I stared blankly into the screen before I slowly turned around and gave her the most deadly ugliest glare I gave anyone in my life. My mommy definitely did not like that, AT ALL. "Now don't you dare give me any attitude young lady. I don't like it when you get sassy and smart with me. Just because you're my daughter does not give you any right to act obnoxious and snobby," she scolded and chided with an equally deadly and portentous tone.

Don't react, Susanna, don't react, I thought to myself as I used all my strength to restrain myself from doing something so retarded that I know I'm going to regret later on and when I would look back, I would think, Goddamn it why did I do that? "Sorry Mommy," I ended up apologizing to her. "It's all right, honey. I just don't want you to end up like a spoiled little brat, do you understand me?" my mommy accepted my apology and then she gave me a little hug. I then nodded and then peered right into her obscure, jaded, dark blue/grey eyes that stared right into my youthful, radiant, midnight blue eyes that had a tint of emerald green. They kind of faded with age and I don't even blame Mommy for having eyes like that but I still find them pretty.

"Why is Lena such a bitch?" I suddenly spoke up to Mommy, and then I could see her usually fair, white, milky visage pale and blanche into a sickly hue as her face suddenly contorted into a livid and horrified expression. It's shit like this that throws her off sometimes; after all, you don't hear a 2-year-old use language like I do. "Lena is just dissatisfied with her life, that is all. She did not like how her life turned out and she is simply not a people person. Some people are just not as easily friendly as you and me. Of course she is a vile, selfish and greedy person I must admit, but that's one of those things," Mommy answered to me crisply in reply as her face toned down in its paleness and reverted back to its normal complexion as the initial shock of my question wore off on her.

She then brushed my spiky, frilly, smooth, soft, jet black raven hair that had white streaks on its spikes and tips and then bent down to my face level as she gazed right into my face. I was virtually a spitting image of her, I knew that and when I peered right into her solemn, grave countenance and felt her omnipresent and emotive eyes glare right into mine, it became more apparent.

"Susanna, it's late. Why don't you turn off your computer and head to bed?" she suggested to me. I then exited out of the word processing program and then logged out. I then subsequently turned off the computer and then jumped right into Mommy's arms and drifted off to sleep as she tucked me into bed with my plushies. I am now sleeping in a big girl's bed and my old crib has now been handed down to my triplet half-siblings.

Actually, it's a bunk bed; Kip sleeps at the top, while I sleep at the bottom. Mommy then lies down next to me and then reads to me a passage from "A Little Princess". She doesn't like me sleeping alone with Kip; she thinks we're going to do inappropriate things together. We're reading the part where Sara Crewe is attending her first day of class at Miss Minchin's all-girls school. After we're done with the passage, Mommy then kisses Kip and me goodnight and then she closes the door and turns out the light. I then snuggle into my plushies and turn on my side to go to sleep.

10:37 P.M.

DAMN IT! I hate it when Kip disturbs my beauty sleep. He makes the most annoying fart noses with his underarms that I've ever heard in my life. He also tries to scare me by whispering random quotes from movies, such as "You're going to die in 7 days, you're going to die in 7 days." Daddy is asleep right now and so are the triplets. We all sleep in the same room: Mommy, Daddy, Leah, Holly, Francis, Jacob, Frances, Hailey, Kip, and myself. That makes 10 of us as a family. Well, what can I do? I'll just turn in for the night and hopefully Kip would get bored of trying to scare me and go to sleep as well.

Well, looks like it works. I'm glad that now I have a diary to write my thoughts in. This is great, just great! I'm very excited about my birthday! Mommy says that something special is going to happen to me on my birthday, but I'm not sure what it is, but I hope it is good!

Author's Notes:

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R.P.