My mother yelled at me as I came home at noon. I don't know why she's so angry. What did I do wrong? She hit me and slammed me on the floor. I fell over the phone and it fell off the phonebook and both of the answering machine. She kept screaming and no one came to help me. I wonder why the housekeeper never asks how I am doing. I don't know if I miss her old one. I had to clean up the mess my mother said and she left. I cleaned it up and found a white piece of stone on the carpet. I am sure it wasn't there before. The living never gets dirty.
It's the last day at school.
We didn't need to learn. The teacher told a story, we sang, made a drawing and played outside. It will be my first vacation and I go to Belgium if my mother lets me. If she is angry she will say I have to stay home. My head hurts and my nose starts bleeding again. My aunt said a cold key in my neck helps but with me it does not. My nose keeps bleeding. Pulling out hairs in your neck should help too but not with me. I don't know why my aunt believes in these things. She is a teacher. Teachers should not tell things that aren't true.
My teacher says nothing anymore. She knows there's nothing she can do and the bleeding will stop if I lay on the floor and wait long enough. I wish I could sleep for a while but the floor feels cold and smells. Blood smells too. Like iron, the rusty gate. I do not like the taste in my mouth.
Some children have chewing gum. I like to have some too.
My father is angry because a piece is bitten out of the cheese. He cut parts out of the cheese and we all have to take a bite and he knows who did it. I love cheese and I lost a tooth.
July 24, 2020
Friday
Ducks
A way out
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