The last time I wrote was on Monday, July 1st.
I went back to school and did the test. I don't think anyone missed me. No one asked why I was absent. They never do. I think they are used to me being sick. They are but I can not get used to it. I don't think my mother calls the school, the doctor never visits us. Sick means I have to stay in bed. I stay a lot in bed because my parents don't like me to be in their way. If I go back to school my mother writes a letter. The letter always says the same: my daughter was ill couldn't visit the school and will gladly make the lessons she missed. Its a lie I don't like to make those lessons I missed. The school doesn't care they never give me homework. I think Inam a bad student, not like William and Caroline. I believe they are cousins. If the teacher reads the notes both always have an A+ which is "outstanding" I am not but my father doesn't care. He says I am smart and go to university. That's why he dictates those words from the newspaper.
I make the beds again and last Wednesday Francoise asked if I could come over to her place. If I like I can stay with her at her grandparents' house. She says they have a big house with a swimming pool. I only stayed over at my grandparents and aunt their houses grandparents. I told her I will ask but I do not know how or when. It doesn't matter if my parents agree because if my mother is angry she will tell me I cannot go at the last minute. She doesn't care what other people think. My mother lies a lot, always says I am sick but I am not. I mean I am sick but if she hits and kicks me and pulls my hair she says it too. It hurts but I am not sick. People never see my bruises. I rather go to school it's no fun at school but it's better than being with my mother.
The housekeeper never says anything if my mother hits or scolds at me. I am sure the whole neighborhood can hear her. No one will ever call the police or help me. My mother says I am a problem and she wants me to be dead. She can let me go to school so she won't see me. I watched some television on Wednesday and went to gymnastics, on Thursday afternoon. I didn't ask yet if I can go to Belgium. It's far away from home. I don't think I'll be homesick. I never am. I only cry for some days if I am back home again.
On Friday afternoon it was reading at school again. I like to read. We read in groups with the entire school. Each classroom stands for a level. Some parents help children practicing reading. We sit in groups all with the same book and read in turn. I am good at it, at least I am good at reading.
July 3, 2020
Your schools seems like its for the young Teenagers