Page 2 Dear Journal
I am hiding behind the blue sofa. I can’t come out right now because mom and dad are fighting. So it’s good if I just stay here and wait for them to finish. We’re all in the living room together, but they can’t see me because I am hiding behind the blue sofa. Since my teacher Miss Padilla said it’s good to write in a journal every day, that’s why I’m doing this. I don’t really want to though. Miss Padilla says that’s how you become a good writer who can articulate his thoughts with clarity and presizion. I don’t know what an articulate is, but I guess if she wants us to be one, then we should try. I always try to get good grades in Miss Padilla’s class. She is very nice and very pretty.
I like school. My friend Brett and I are in the same class together. We usually sit together at lunch too, but not very much lately because Brett is in band and he has alot of band friends that all sit together at lunch. Today at lunch Brett sat with me though. He told me that his parents are on vacation in Idaho to visit his mom’s sister. His nanny is taking care of him and his sisters at home. I don’t think Brett likes his parents very much, he always talks about them like theyre not very nice people. He likes his nanny though. Her name is Clare and I’ve seen her and me and Brett both think she is very pretty and very nice.
At lunch today Brett said that because his nanny is staying with him at their house while his parents are on a trip, that he could come over after school to do homework. His mom would defiantely never let him do that if she was at home. So I said I would ask my mom and he could come over. We didn’t get a lot of homework done though. We played dawn of Dragons on the TV in my room for a while, and then we got hungry and went downstairs to find some microwave macaroni and cheese. We were sitting on the blue couch eating the macaroni, but then it sounded like my dad was home at the front door. My dad is very strickt and he gets real mad if I eat on the couch because I spill a lot. So as soon as me and brett heard the door jingle, we jumped off the couch and hid behind it so he wouldn’t see us.
But then Brett’s mom came in. It was her and my dad AND my mom. all 3 of them came in and they were all yelling real loud and talking alot of stuff all on top of each other. Me and Brett were real confused and kind of scared because we didn’t understand what was going on.
Me and Brett just looked at each other and he picked up my blue school journal and wrote a message inside it. We didn’t want to talk out loud because then they might hear us and that would mess up everything. He wrote on the first page “what are they yelling about???” but I didn’t write back because I didn’t know the answer. I just looked at him at shrugged my shoulders and we went back to listening. So that’s why I started this journal entry on the second page because Brett wrote on the first page.
Then all of a sudden Brett’s mom appeared behind the blue sofa where we were sitting and drugged him up by the arm. She must have jerked him real hard because he screamed or maybe he was just surprised because we didn’t hear her coming. She shouted at my dad about if he wants to just sit and wait for the monsters to come then he can but she’s not going to let her family die.
I thought she was in Idaho to see her sister with Brett’s dad but I guess not. Brett didn’t even get a chance to look at me because his mom pulled him up so fast and then he was gone and his mom took him out the front door and it slammed shut. I don’t know if my mom and dad know that I’m still back here, but I’m not gonna come out after how mad Brett’s mom is. They’re still yelling and she is saying what are we going to do Jim (that’s my dad’s real name) and he is saying about the van doesn’t have any gas in it and the roads out of town are blocked anyway by the city offishals. Anyway so that’s why I’m writing in my journal like Miss Padilla says. I’m just going to wait back here until either my parents say it’s ok to come out and I won’t get in trouble about the macaroni on the sofa or until Brett comes back or until the monsters come. I don’t know which.