Chapter two:

Chapter two:

A Chapter by Mimi

 

            Err..:
Ha-ha. I forgot the date today. I think it’s July twentieth. Anyways, today was warm, but a little cooler than normal. I went to go visit me grand mum today. She’s old…I wonder when she’s going to die. Sounds mean, but whatever, she’s just like my Mama. Mean, crabby, and racist against black people. (Don’t ask how me and my sister came about this world seems we’re mixed.) Today with me grand mum didn’t go to well. When we arrived she hugged and kissed my sister’s forehead, well, she turned, saw me, glared, and then hit me. I hate the fact that my family accepts my sister because she looks like she’s white. Just because I’m tanner than her doesn’t mean I have to be treated this way. Why did I have to be born into this family? Of all the bloody families in the world, I get stuck in this one. I don’t see why everyone I know has to be so crabby about color. It does make a difference what you are. Llama, llama, llama, llama. I’m bored. Llama, llama, llama, llama. Well, I’m going to go skinny dipping alone. See ya!
 
            July twentieth (9:45p.m.):
I was right, it is the twentieth today! Man, skinny dipping was fun. The water was warm; and the breeze was cool against my bare skin as it shined in the light. I’m so glad I went. It was really relaxing. Most of the time I was there I just laid on my towel in the sun, hoping that no one will find me. How awkward would that be? “Mommy, Daddy, look, a naked pregnant lady!” That wouldn’t blow over too well. I would have laugh so hard if that happened though. I kind of wish it did for some reason. Bleh. I have Hollywood Undead stuck in my head. I should really look for my CD sometime. Maybe I’ll do that tonight. Maybe tomorrow? Well, anyways, I’m going to go wash all the dirt off in the shower. Peace out.
 
            July twentieth (10:49p.m.):
Ha-ha. Oops. I fell asleep leaning against the shower wall; stupid insomnia. That shower was too short if you ask me. (Five minutes.) But when I woke up there wasn’t any hot water left. I’m cold now. I wish my Mama would do laundry because I can’t do it. Apparently I’ll “break the machine” or something. I just want some pants and a shirt, but no. My Mama washes hers and my sister’s clothes, but not mine. But I really don’t care if she does it or not. I’ll do it on a day when I miss my bus or something. Wait…do I have school tomorrow? What day is it today? Crap. Is it Saturday yet? Err, I don’t remember if I had school today. That’s just sad. Oh well, we’ll find tomorrow morning what day it is I suppose. I’m going to be mad if I wake up at seven tomorrow for school and it’s Saturday.  Well, it’s almost eleven and I’m ‘bout to pass out, and I might have to go to school tomorrow. (Hopefully not. I don’t want to go to school right now. I find it quite pointless to go if you ask me. Anyways, goodnight journal!)


© 2009 Mimi


Author's Note

Mimi
Next three journal entries. (All on the same day, which I found out was a Monday.)

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A very powerful follow-up. The fact that you were unsure of the day only lends to the obvious darkness in which you were buried. You describe the negligence your mom shows toward you in such a calm demeanor it's disturbing. Very good write.

Posted 10 Years Ago


You make light where there is much darkness in your life. Your story reminds me very much of a book I read last summer. The book called Chinese Cinderella. It was written by a girl who had a family like you do. She was able to overcome the problems in her life, and she became a published author. Anything is possible with a little hope. Thank you for sharing this with me.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I have insomia myself I know that feeling well.
This is quite intersting Mimi

Posted 10 Years Ago


As the story unfolds, I see your use of humor as a way to cope with your stressful life, perhaps I recognize it because it has long been my escape or relief from the reality of my life too. Well penned and intriguing write.

Posted 10 Years Ago


It's well written and great to understand.
(I've been busy lately and couldn't read this chapter for a long time)


Posted 10 Years Ago


There are a lot of strong themes in this story. The feelings here are very strong.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I can see the progression in the hard times your going through. Very nice work


Posted 10 Years Ago


Dear Mimi,

There are a few typos here and there, but this doesn't really interfere with seeing that this is again a very interesting and well written piece. Fix those up, but know that you are writing very well. Keep going, Mimi.

Very interesting, and greatly enjoyed.

Best regards,

Rick

Posted 10 Years Ago


It's always interesting reading peoples thoughts, especially the thoughts of a teenager. I think your in more pain than your leading on...I was at that age. Your a brave one, I dont think I would have had the courage to put my most inner thoughts out there. Keep it up, it will help you in the long run and by the way....stay in school!! :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Incredible writing style. I can't wait to read more, Mimi

Posted 10 Years Ago



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