Hope's Diary by Ann Poppet (my reading book TXT) 📖

April 6, 2003 (1)

Dear Diary,
Hello. I found you in the library unused. I knew it was okay to take you since you were dusty and hidden under old newspapers. My parents went to a party yesterday and they haven't come back yet. I tried telling mother i didn't want to stay alone till they got back but she shrugged it off and told me to stop being childish. My father glared at me and smacked me across the face. My mother turned away and walked out the front door, acting like she hadn't seen it. I cradled my stinging cheek as my father stormed out the door and slammed it with a bang. I ran up the stairs to my very pink and childish room, and flung myself on the bed. I cried so hard. My `chest hurts where my heart is. I just want mom and dad to love me...Is that to much to ask for?


April 7, 2003 (2)

Dear Diary,
Oh it was horrible! My parents came home this afternoon and my father beat me till my but was blue...just because i didn't do the dishes. Dear Diary, Why can't my parents be more nice? Is this how they are supposed to treat me? Was i wrong? I wish i could get advice from you... I could really use it. I have school tomorrow. I like school. My friends are nice and the teacher is gentle. They are good people...They don't ask about the bruises. Someday i can go away from here. But for now...I have to stay...Dear Diary help me to survive.


April 8, 2003 (3)

Dear Diary,
I found a hide out! I moved my bed and behind it was a large vent. I will keep you here and hide here when my parents are home. At school today we learned about Romeo and Juliet. When i asked the teacher what love was all the kids laughed. the teacher just smiled and told me it was a gushy feeling, people got married who loved each other and parents showed love to their kids. When she said that i laughed. my parents didn't love me. It hurt diary...it made me really sad.


April 9, 2003 (4)

Dear Diary,
I overheard my parents fighting. My mother was yelling at my father about wanting a baby again. She was furious. and kept yelling that she didn't want another bratty girl. My father snickered. he said he knew a way of making sure the baby would be a boy. I got excited thinking i was getting a brother to play with...Oh was i wrong diary..so very wrong.


April 10, 2003 (5)

Dear Diary,
My parents just locked the door to my room. i don't care...I was going do homework anyway. That wasn't a option Diary ....I could hear my parents doing what adults do...It sounded gross and i spent the whole two hours covering my ears. I'm never gonna do that when i grow up diary. It sounds gross! Plus, in science we studied body parts. Double Gross!!! i have two months left of school. then i'm home all the time. how will i survive?


April 11, 2003 (6)

Dear Diary,
I woke up early today. The house was oddly quiet. I crept down the dark hallway and peered around the corner. Smiling i stepped out. My parents were no where in sight. I sighed with relief and crumbled comfortably backward onto the fluffy old couch, that was in the living room. I flicked my eyes back and forth around the room. looking for signs my parents were still in the house. But nothing...I was hoping they were gone. But i heard creaking down the hall and in panic i scrambled to the side of the obese living room and hid in the small closet, between the old smoke covered coats. My father passed without mishap. Dear Diary, it was terrifying waiting for two hours for them to leave before i could rush to my room and get ready for school.

Publication Date: 04-02-2011

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