August 21st Sunday
Dear Diary
I don't know why I write, ok that's a lie, I write because after my parents died the counsellor said it would be good for me. I think he meant that for the 12-year-old me and not now 10 years later but...it's supposed to help right?!
It was the anniversary of my parents death on Friday and that meant a visit from my 'darling' cousins. I hate it when Luc and Michael are around, Gabriel acts all serious, like 'work Gabriel' and not goofy like my brother Gabriel, it sucks! Just cause we lived with them for a few years after mom & dad died and had to behave like Uncle Zachariah and Aunt Lillith wanted, doesn't mean we should still have to do the same for Luc and Michael, I wish we could just be like our parents wanted us to be, slightly hippyish and a little childish, around them.
On the good news front, Gabriel did manage to misbehave a little and took us (me, Luc and Michael) to the Roadhouse for dinner.
But on the bad news front, Dean arrived and saw me sitting with Michael. Alone. Gabriel was in the restroom and Luc was, God knows where. He just glared at me, if looks could kill, I'd be six feet under. And he just turned on his heels and left. I wish he had been mad and come over to me or phoned afterwards angrily at least I would have known he cared about me as much as I do about him. I could have explained, I tried to phone him but his phone was off, guess I'm not worth talking too.
C