Dear Diary : 2007-11-06

Dear Diary
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney


Tuesday, 6 November, 2007

Dear Diary

Oh, good. I did have this in my backpack. It's so boring here. On TV, police stations are all kinds of drama or funny or exciting. In real life, though, they're just... boring.

And I have to keep my mind off of this disaster

Now that I have something to do, I'll be fine though.

Oh, yeah, so it's like nearly 7 o'clock and we've not had dinner, so Mom'll likely talk dad into dinner out when we leave, but still...

There's just too much that's happened. Mom thinks I may be in shock over things, so we're likely gonna go by the hospital and I'll be poked at for awhile.

It's just not fair. I was just getting used to it.

Okay, here's what happened:

After school yesterday, it was announced that I was the Freshman starter for the Aca-Deca! Okay, so practice every day after school.

Well... that seems to have been too widely known a fact.

Remember the widgy dude outside of ballet on Saturday? Well... I didn't see him.

Yeah.

He was waiting around the corner for me and before I could even take a breath to scream or whatever he'd slapped tape over my mouth, wrapped more around my hands and feet, and put me in a van. I was so scared. I was struggling, trying to get loose, and then I heard a voice I knew.

Like this is going to help me at all.

Grandma Thatcher.

Yeah.

So, apparently when she got out of jail, Grandpa filed for divorce. After like, nearly 35 years married!

Guess who she blames?

Oh, not ME... nope. She blames her grandson Ethan.

And now everyone will know.

You see, she's convinced that Ethan is a pervert and that he has corrupted his grandfather.

Yeah.

So, by making me "see the truth" that I'm really Ethan, she hoped she could save her marriage.

That was when the guy got in the driver's seat and started the van.

I was more scared now than when I thought it was just some random guy, especially when she told him, "Meet my grandson, Ethan." The guy started laughing and talking about how he "got it" now and that she was trying to cure her grandson.

That's when something landed on the roof.

I'd be fine with that nickname now, I think.

And then things really got hectic.

An airhorn started going off about every few seconds.

I didn't know what was going on, but I was suddenly hopeful, because I could hear police sirens. The guy sped up and it rolled me around in the back, but he was cussing under his breath. Grandma Thatcher was screaming at him and I was suddenly... calm.

Anyway, things got confusing as I was just trying to keep from burying my face in the floor. That's not all that easy with your arms and legs all tied up.

And then there was cops and they were carting away Grandma and the widgy dude and one cop was talking to Matthew... sternly.

Yeah.

He was waiting for me, and saw the whole thing, and called the cops. He climbed a tree and jumped on top of the van. He was the thump on the roof.

And...

Well...

I guess it was kind of inevitable...

I haven't gotten to talk to him...

But from what I heard the cops talking about...

And the way he looked at me...

I'm pretty sure...

He heard everything.

Courtney



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