LUCY
I know i say this everyday but this day will be the death of me. I totally mean it this time. I can feel the dark purple bruise on my face beat with my pulse and it is deffinitally getting me more unwanted attention. Dominic doesnt usually hit me on the face, it is usually on my arms, legs, or somewhere i can cover up with clothing. On top of my face killing me, i have already got my books slapped out of my hands, i was pushed into some lockers (that happened a few times), and i was told to go back to the mental hospital from which i supposedly came from. Then even on top of that Seth Marshal has to go and be judgmental on mental on me. I mean he was totally right and skipping school would so be something that i would do but my face was so swollen yesterday i just couldnt bare to come to school. And anyways arent people like Seth Marshal not supposed to judge people like me. I always thought that was like rule #1 of religion. Well at least that is what stupid Karen says.
Charlie is coming home for the first time since he left to be with Karen. Tonight is card night so charlie cant skip out, its a tradition. Every wednesday night when i was little Dad would have card night. At first it started out as go fish and old made then it went to spoons and war and slap jack. But then we went to poker and black jack. It got really competitive sometimes. We always used m&ms instead of money. By the end of the night we were all having a blast. Even my now workaholic mother played (because at that time she basiclly hated what she was doing)along with us. We always ended the night with laughs and a bowl of icecream. Good times, Good times. To bad it isnt like that now. If mom decided to join me and Charlie in our card games it would be like pigs flying.
I know i say this everyday but this day will be the death of me. I totally mean it this time. I can feel the dark purple bruise on my face beat with my pulse and it is deffinitally getting me more unwanted attention. Dominic doesnt usually hit me on the face, it is usually on my arms, legs, or somewhere i can cover up with clothing. On top of my face killing me, i have already got my books slapped out of my hands, i was pushed into some lockers (that happened a few times), and i was told to go back to the mental hospital from which i supposedly came from. Then even on top of that Seth Marshal has to go and be judgmental on mental on me. I mean he was totally right and skipping school would so be something that i would do but my face was so swollen yesterday i just couldnt bare to come to school. And anyways arent people like Seth Marshal not supposed to judge people like me. I always thought that was like rule #1 of religion. Well at least that is what stupid Karen says.
Charlie is coming home for the first time since he left to be with Karen. Tonight is card night so charlie cant skip out, its a tradition. Every wednesday night when i was little Dad would have card night. At first it started out as go fish and old made then it went to spoons and war and slap jack. But then we went to poker and black jack. It got really competitive sometimes. We always used m&ms instead of money. By the end of the night we were all having a blast. Even my now workaholic mother played (because at that time she basiclly hated what she was doing)along with us. We always ended the night with laughs and a bowl of icecream. Good times, Good times. To bad it isnt like that now. If mom decided to join me and Charlie in our card games it would be like pigs flying.
