The Diary of Samy Allen

Chapter II. I’LL NEVER KNOW

            November 3^rd of 07

Dear Diary,

            Today has come and gone, but the memories that it holds remain.  While at school, I noticed that we are going to have a dance class! I’ve always wanted to take dance: swing, ballroom, tango and modern.  One of my perhaps more out there dreams has been to become a famous dancer.  But of course that won’t happen.  Also, today our school is holding auditions for a play.  I think it is called Midnight Rendezvous.  I might try out for it, I think Amber is. Another fight broke out today; it was between some goth kid and Bobby, a jock.  I think Bobby said something to the kid to make him mad.  Either way, the fight ended for the worse for Bobby.  He got his punk-ass kicked in the dirt.  That kid was so fast! He weaved under all Bobby’s punches, and counterattacked with such grace and smoothness it almost looked like he had done it a thousand times.  I’m glad for that kid, he taught that jerk a lesson long-needed.  It’s interesting how you can be the center of attention, and have it all for years, and in the blink of an eye loose it all.  My crush ignored me, as usual.  I wish he would at least look my way.  I wonder if what I feel is infatuation or just a simple attraction?  I wish I could say when I got home today all was well with my family, but that would be far from the truth.  When I walked into the front door I found Casey and A-hole(Kert) in the living room, having their usual make-out session.  This time though, it seemed a bit different.  He was all over her, and he kept grabbing her breasts, roughly by what I could tell.  She kept telling him to stop, that it hurt, but every time she said “stop” he just did it harder. Her fists clinched, and her jaw tightened, she tried to sit up, and push him away, but he grabbed her arms and slammed her back down on the floor.  Luckily mom came in, and he quickly got up, and grabbed his coat.  He smiled a slimly smile at mom, then turned and gave me a look of “if you say anything, I’ll kill you,” then left.  I then looked at Casey, waiting for her to tell mom, but she said nothing, she just got up, and gave me the same look Kert had.  I guess it’s better to just keep quiet.  To add to my annoyance, mom wasn’t in a good mood when she got back, and she didn’t even ask what Kert and Casey were doing. She said the woman she cleaned for, I’m substituting words here my mother’s words were much harsher, she said the woman wrote her a check, now checks are fine for most people, but when no one in your family has a bank account, or driver’s license, and the tellers are always complaining that “they can’t cash the check without a proper form of identification,” it becomes a problem.  Now mom wouldn’t had been so mad if the lady just didn’t know, but she did, mom explicitly told her that she does NOT accept checks.  I guess this means we will not have much of anything to eat tomorrow.  We seem to literally live paycheck to paycheck.  Now that’s an ironic statement because checks are useless to us.  Mom says she’s going to have to go to that woman’s house tomorrow and get her pay.  The only person that seemed to be in a decent mood was Rob, he did his usual round of giving everyone hugs, whether they wanted one or not.  He’s a good brother.  I really hope Casey wakes up from her “dream” and sees the nightmare she is in.  I worry about her, I don’t trust Kert at all, he’s out to no good in my opinion.  My life right now seems to be filled with worries and mislead hopes; is this how everyone’s life is? Does everyone dream of a “better life”? I can’t read people’s minds, so I guess I’ll never know.

                                                                                                                                                          ~S.J.A                        

                                                          Written by Mary Hickerson

to be continued