It is the last week at school.
Today the teacher gave the report card. It's not a card but a booklet and it's blue. School's name is printed on it and we have to put it in a plastic cover to keep it clean. At home, parents have to look at it and if school starts again we have to give it back to her. I don't know if mine is good or bad but it doesn't matter. What is good or bad depends on my mother's mood my notes have nothing to do with it.
My mother's mood isn't good.
She should vacuum the house and she did not. All furniture is still piled up. I hate it to come back to a house like this. There's no place I can go. It's not allowed to enter a room which isn't vacuumed yet if I do the room needs to be cleaned again. I wait in the kitchen. The new housekeeper doesn't care. She doesn't give me anything to drink. I don't think she likes me. She chooses the wrong person to work for. I didn't invite her to work here. Perhaps she thought it was a great job working for my mother, she would be someone because working for the queen is special?
Nightmares are the specialty of my mother, nightmares, and pain. She loves to torture people and if she could she would cut your head off and put it on a silver plate as a warning.
She loves warnings and to spread fear. Adults fear her
July 20, 2020
Monday
Weekend
Hoh, this is amazing. I can actually relate to the "hate to come back to a house like this".