Post by Shona Dillards on May 13, 2011 17:06:55 GMT -5
Shona sat down on the floor behind the very back church pew. Smiling to herself, she opened up the notebook with a small red leather cover and genuine leather binding. It was her journal -- the most sacred thing she'd ever owned, the only thing that she held near and dear to her heart. Now that she was alone, she was free to let her thoughts wander and record them in her journal. Ever since she'd started staying in her room, all cooped up with a mug of hot chocolate, scribbling hard, she'd filled up more and more pages in her journal. It was like she was in her own little world when she was submerged in writing.
She flipped her journal open to the first page and began writing.
Dear Diary,
Oss and Est are in the midst of financial goodness as usual. Mother and Father have been good as usual; not much has passed for 'interesting' lately. I am frightened that you will think of my writings dreadfully boring, and so I will record something interesting for once.
I have heard Mother and Father discussing having another child. Not a biological one, one from Mother's belly -- adopting one, if such a thing is possible. In times like these, I fret that just feeding another mouth will bring the world to an end -- even though Mother and Father always assure me insistently that there is absolutely no possible way that we could have some sort of financial meltdown. I am afraid that, one day, we will crash down completely, and we shall have nothing left to eat or drink and no where to sleep. But enough about this nonsense--I will resume my original reason to write today: a new addition to the family.
I, frankly, honestly, do not think that Mother and Father will go through with the plan. There is barely enough time to take care of one child as it is, for I am always at school and always studying -- there's barely enough time for my parents to spend quality family time with me. However, maybe adding a new brother or sister may actually prove to be a decent idea -- he or she might bring the family closer together, if such a thing is possible. I need to really think about this, and now does not seem the right time to. I need to keep my head held high, as Father always puts it, and focus on my education. The man is forever obsessed with me getting my knowledge straight and keeping myself contained. In his eyes, the only perfect daughter he could ever have was one that was a genius, filled with brilliance and amazingness.
Anyways, I am sitting behind the farthest pew in the city's church, and I must now leave you, diary, to assemble my own thoughts.
I will continue my writings later.
Yours,
Shona Dillards
She flipped her journal open to the first page and began writing.
Dear Diary,
Oss and Est are in the midst of financial goodness as usual. Mother and Father have been good as usual; not much has passed for 'interesting' lately. I am frightened that you will think of my writings dreadfully boring, and so I will record something interesting for once.
I have heard Mother and Father discussing having another child. Not a biological one, one from Mother's belly -- adopting one, if such a thing is possible. In times like these, I fret that just feeding another mouth will bring the world to an end -- even though Mother and Father always assure me insistently that there is absolutely no possible way that we could have some sort of financial meltdown. I am afraid that, one day, we will crash down completely, and we shall have nothing left to eat or drink and no where to sleep. But enough about this nonsense--I will resume my original reason to write today: a new addition to the family.
I, frankly, honestly, do not think that Mother and Father will go through with the plan. There is barely enough time to take care of one child as it is, for I am always at school and always studying -- there's barely enough time for my parents to spend quality family time with me. However, maybe adding a new brother or sister may actually prove to be a decent idea -- he or she might bring the family closer together, if such a thing is possible. I need to really think about this, and now does not seem the right time to. I need to keep my head held high, as Father always puts it, and focus on my education. The man is forever obsessed with me getting my knowledge straight and keeping myself contained. In his eyes, the only perfect daughter he could ever have was one that was a genius, filled with brilliance and amazingness.
Anyways, I am sitting behind the farthest pew in the city's church, and I must now leave you, diary, to assemble my own thoughts.
I will continue my writings later.
Yours,
Shona Dillards