Thurday, October 27--
We've been having a series of strange conversations lately-- Seth and me. And, I honestly don't know how to react... So, I tell him the truuth to whatever "weird" thing it is. And sometimes, they really are some very "weird" questions. No matter which way I answer him, though, he still looks at me throughout the day as if all I've said to him is a lie. --He doesn't actually look either. He "Stares." It has been going on like that for a while now. So much that lately, I don't even notice the staring anymore. Every now and then, though, I get a weird feeling like--he's closing in on me... But, I couldn't possibly have anything that he could want--at least, I don't think I do...
Maybe he's just a curious man... Or maybe I'm just not much of a suspicious girl.
Thursday, November 3--
I hate school here... Everyone looks at me as if I'm some kind of a freak. They stare, but they don't speak. They point and whisper. I think it would be smart to assume that they know enough about my mother to speculate. And, it would be smart to assume that they don't understand exactly what's going on with me. I don't waste my time trying to get to know anyone either... Although deep inside of me, something craves friendship and compassion.
Monday, November 7--
I'm so alone... blah! I hate talking about the damn school. And, I hate reminiscing about the past. But, it's all I seem to be doing lately. I just want to go home. I found out that it's not just the students who think i'm some kind of screw-up. My teachers seem to think the same thing about me. I guess I knew they'd get around to pitying me sooner or later after reading my files. Damn it... Why in hell can't they all just leave me alone?
Saturday, November 12--
I miss my mother. Aunt Kathy has been taking care of me for the past few months, and I'm very grateful... But, staying here isn't so great anymore. And in truth, I'm beginning to get a little uneasy. Or maybe "paranoid" is a better choice of words.
Monday, November 14--
Aunt Kathy's boyfriend has been staying here with her for nearly six months now-- four months before I even got here. He's nice, I guess... Maybe a little too nice. --It's beginning to creep me out.
Wednesday, November 16--
Well... Today, I got yelled at for putting a soda can in the trash... I mean, really... Where else am I supposed to put it? The recycling bin is outside, and it's raining... Do they really expect me to go outside and put it in there? Like hell...
I clean up behind people. It's what I do. And, I'm very good at it. I've been cleaning up after my mother since I was nine. So, that's what---seven to eight years worth of cleaning experience? Plus, I've been washing Aunt Kathy's and Seth's dirty dishes since I got here. But, the one time I find a quick solution to a minor problem, which didn't even seem like a problem in the first place, I get yelled at. >_< They're gonna drive me insane...