Name: May Kathleen Jones Birthday: January 10th, 1999 ---------------------<>------------------------ Dear Diary, Horrible morning equals horrible night. Today's my stepmother's birthday. She's evil. But I thought I'd make her a lovely breakfast for her birthday. She is usually up when I'm up. But I guess she decided to sleep in late, even though she has work because when I knocked in her door, she stormed out of her room, slapped the tray of pancakes and bacon out of my hand and yelled, "WHY ARE YOU DISTURBING MY SLEEP???!!!" And before I could answer, she hit me in the head. I'm used to that. Then, at school, I had to tripped myself and into Amanda, "Miss. Popular". She looked at me with a disgusted look then walked away. I'm used to that too.
Dear Diary, So much has happened. So much that if anything else happens, my mind is going to explode. On Thursday, dad gotten into a horrible car accident. He is now in a coma and I can't help but think that he might leave me. Then I'd have to face my stepmother everyday. She hates me. And I hate her. I have been tending to him whenever I can. But things don't seem to be looking up.