Dear Diary,

March 27

9am

Dear Diary

I remember one of mom’s sayings, the whole washing all your troubles away theory. Well my mother meant literally, I remember her telling me that if you want to wash it away you need to take a long hot shower. She claimed it helped her literally “Wash all her troubles away”, so that’s what I did.

It’s Sunday, still the weekend so I am free from school work. Although Mr. Burke had assigned me a paper on the civil war, due Tuesday, I just couldn’t concentrate. When I got home last night after my exciting entry I sat down to read the articles that Cliff had kindly copied for me. I had a hard time getting through the first, and had to put the others away for another day. 

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Everything that I read made me feel even worse, like I really had no idea what kind of a background I had come from. I had so many questions like, was my dad hiding these things from me too? Or was he left in the dark. I had a feeling he knew about this incident, but like the terrible father he was, he never told me the truth.

At two o’clock this morning I received a text from Cliff, he was writing to tell me that he had an amazing time, and wondered how I felt. I then text him back asking if I could call him. It helped it really did, getting it all out. Although I cried through our entire conversation, he never once stopped listening, and he didn’t hang up. He promised to call today, and maybe even stop by to check on me. That’s more then anyone had done for me in such a long time. He also said he’d help me read through the articles.

I don’t really know how to react right now; my dad isn’t answering his phone, what else is new. I am pissed that he lied; even lying to protect me was not the right way to do this. I think I need to go clear my head for a while, once I get my thoughts worked out, I will write them all down.

So for now, I will put this journal away until I can sort through things.

*Madison Rhodes*

Oh yeah… still no idea how to open the damn book!