Friday, 9 November, 2007
Dear Diary
Alright. That didn't go so well.
Mom dropped me off at Matthew's house and I knocked on the door.
And knocked again.
And listened to them say stuff I couldn't make out.
And stood on the porch.
And it started to rain.
And knocked again.
And then Mom showed up and picked me up, sopping wet.
I watched the curtains jerk as we drove off, like someone was watching me.
What am I gonna do?
Courtney