Dear Diary,

March 29^th

6pm

Dear Diary,

The articles that Cliff had given to me were incomplete, and according to him this was all there was ..
(AN: Click on the pictures if you cant read them fully)

 After that date there had been no more, I guess my father had won. On the topic of my father, he had a lot of things… 

Before I get to what I have learned in what turned out to definitely be mom’s diary I need to blab on about my father’s stupidity.  He ended up actually showing up today, he wanted to show off his new girlfriend… and by the girl part I could literally mean that. My father is thirty-six years old; he brought home a twenty-one-year old college girl. SHE’S AN INTERN FOR CHRIST SAKES!!!! Good old dad sleeps with an intern from the law firm. Makes me miss the days when mom was still here, he was different. He had this love in his eyes for my mom and her only. Then he’d pick me up and I’d get a piggy back ride almost everywhere. I know I am too big now for that, I just wish I had my dad back.

Oh, and get this her name… her name is Clarissa who on earth names their daughter Clarissa? This girl was your typical- “sleep your way to the top”, type. With her flowing blonde hair, perfect size double-zero waste, dressed in a sexy secretary way, while flaunting her double d’s to the entire world.

I had my father alone for all of thirty-seconds, I questioned him about the articles by shoving them clear in his face. We stood at the kitchen counter; he was quiet for a few seconds. Then asked me where I had gotten them, I told him, and he yelled at me for the remaining twenty-seconds and then stormed out.  I had to watch him leave through the dinning room window.

The pages of this book are going to be soo crinkled; I can’t tell you how many times I have cried into this diary. I could pinpoint every tear stained page.

Before Cliff stopped by and right after my classes with Mr. Burke I turned to mom for advice. I locked my door and sat on my windowsill. The diary felt alive too, and opened easily with my touch. The pages were a yellow color, and the first page was initialed with calligraphy of my mom’s name. Then the stories began ...

This is all I could read before Cliff came, I plan on reading more before bed. I will definitely write down anything else I come across. Now it’s time for dinner, I’ll have some more answers later. I think I might be actually getting somewhere with this whole garden fiasco. I am keeping everything crossed, wish me luck.

*Madison Rhodes*

Oh and P.S. Cliff has invited me out tomorrow, I guess it could be considered a date, but he thinks it will help me clear my mind. I am really excited!!