posted on Sep, 13 2006 @ 07:19 PM
Im writing this in my sisters room. Mr. Hensy is in the closit. I can her him brething. The best part is Gary Jons is coming over tonite and my mom
is at Mr. Rorks. It is so funy bcause Mr. Hensy tid my sister up and is shaving her hed. Her crys are so funy. Mr. Hensy gave her a miror and said
curly hair dont sond to bad now dos it. I cant even belev her crys. Wat a nit me and Mr. Hensy ar having. Gary Jons is tid up in front of my sister
and they are acting so nuts. Gary went in his pants.
It is Wednesday morning now and my mother, like the dirty whore she is, just got home from Mr. Rourke’s house. I am really tired right now because
Mr. Hennessy and I stayed up all night teaching my sister and her pretty-boy friend Gary Jones a thing or two about the consequences of pride and
hatefulness. Mr. Hennessy is writing in my journal for me because I can barely keep my eyes open, but I want to get everything down on paper while it
is still fresh in my mind. There are lessons that were learned here tonight that I never want to forget.
The plan was for my mother to come home and for Mr. Hennessy to bind her so that I would have the opportunity to explain to her how much it hurt me
that she had given up on her marriage so easily. What a delight then to see Mr. Rourke come in through the front door with her. Mr. Rourke was a
large man, but Mr. Hennessy has always said: “Size only matters if they see you coming.” Mr. Rourke and my mother paid close attention while I
said everything I had to say. After every point I made, Mr. Hennessy let them have it, because people just don’t really pay attention unless
there’s a little pain involved.
Mr. Hennessy has a special place for my mother, my sister, Mr. Rourke, and Gary Jones. No one will ever have to endure their thoughtless acts
It is summer vacation now, and Mr. Hennessy and I are thinking of visiting my dad in Portland. We have two whole months to travel together before we
need to be back at school. I start sixth grade next year and I have a hunch that things are going to be really different.