The Diary of Samy Allen

The Diary of Samy Allen

Chapter IV: Blah

November 5^th of 07

Dear Diary,

            My worries now fade into yesterday as a new day begins.  When I woke up this morning I found Casey asleep on the couch.  I was so relieved, and let out a slight laugh at all my worrying.  Knowing she was safely home loosened the knot that had been constricting my heart.  And to add to my relief, I was able to eat! O glorious food! You never now how important something is, until you don’t have it anymore.  I was also able to bring up the audition and dance classes to my mom.  She wasn’t to sure about the play because it’s very demanding time wise, but she said I could sign up for dance classes.  So my morning was going great.  Amber says she is “jealous of my writing skills.” She said this after we got our grades back for a report we had to write in English class. She keeps telling me I should look to a career in writing.  Even my teacher has commented on my writing.  I guess it’s because I tend to exaggerate things when I describe them, and I love to use different words.  Well I guess if I try for that, this diary is good practice even though you can’t be too creative with facts.  All well.  I like writing, but I don’t think I’ll ever be good enough to become a professional writer or anything.  At most I might get a job as a newspaper editor. That wouldn’t be too bad I guess. Wouldn’t that be something else to get a book written by you, published and then have it make the New York Times “best seller”? Of course that will never happen, but its worth dreaming about.  Speaking of dreams, I had a really neat dream last night.  I was at school and I met this boy, he was the cutest boy imaginable, and he was talking to me! Time flew by, and as the years went by, we became irrespirable.  When I woke up I felt like I actually knew him, and thought for a moment that it was real.  But that quickly vanished from my hoping mind as reality set in.  Well, the rest of today was uneventful, when I got home I found mom questioning Casey on how she had gotten all the bruises.  Of course I wasn’t about to say anything, for fear of my life. But I had hoped Casey had wizened up, and would tell mom; but no, she just said that she had slipped and fell down some steps.  She makes me so angry, but at the same time I feel so sorry for her.  I just wish I was in a better position, so I might be able to help.  Come to think of it, I wonder why Kert wasn’t here today. Huh. That’s kind of strange, but I figure it’s for the better; for my sake, and especially for Casey’s.  For such a small family, it has a lot of drama.                        

                                                        S.J.A