Post by Becky Dashwood on May 8, 2011 13:29:37 GMT -5
Oh well done, you just volunteered. Now put this down and back away slowly and you might just get away with it. If not, I promise you, you'll regret it. For a very long time.
Life is horrible right now, diary. Really, really horrible. So horrible I don't even know if I can write it.
Dad's having an affair. It doesn't even look real now that I've written it, but it's true. And the stupid slut he's having it with is Madam James, our school healer. I hate her. She's mean and ugly and I don't know why Daddy would even look at her. She must have got her evil claws in him somehow though.
I saw them in the Leaky Cauldron, holding hands. The Dad tried to tell me they were just friends, and he hadn't seen her for ages, and he was saying goodbye. Like I'm some sort of baby, to believe that. But then he said he wouldn't be seeing her again, and I made him promise he'd never leave me and Mum and Marko. He pinky promised and that's our thing, so I never thought he'd ever ever break one of those.
But then yesterday I was in the hospital wing, and I found a letter on her desk that she was writing to him - I know it was him because it said 'Dear Mark' and it talked about Paris, and I know Dad was in Paris. It was so horrible - it said she was in love with him, but I don't believe it. She's just getting her claws into him. I know he doesn't love her. But he went to Paris with her. They had sex. It's disgusting!
I hate her. I hate him too. Poor Mummy. Dad said she knew when we were in the Leaky Cauldron, but she can't. If she knew, she'd have left him, because only pathetic people would stay with someone who cheated on them, and Mum's not pathetic. I can't tell her - not yet, anyway. But I'm going to be nicer to her than usual. I wrote to her, and we're going to have a girls weekend some time, just us. That would be nice, only I know that I'm going to be thinking about Dad and Madam Slut the whole time.
I'll pay her back though. I'll make her regret she ever met my dad, and I'll send her running so far away she'll never come back again, and then we can just go back to how we were before, and Madam Slut can fuck off and die. Slowly.
Oh, and we might be going to the Quidditch World Cup this summer. And I might be getting my belly button pierced. And Mum wants to take me to Russia, but I think that sounds kind of cold and boring. I'd rather go to Greece.
Life is horrible right now, diary. Really, really horrible. So horrible I don't even know if I can write it.
Dad's having an affair. It doesn't even look real now that I've written it, but it's true. And the stupid slut he's having it with is Madam James, our school healer. I hate her. She's mean and ugly and I don't know why Daddy would even look at her. She must have got her evil claws in him somehow though.
I saw them in the Leaky Cauldron, holding hands. The Dad tried to tell me they were just friends, and he hadn't seen her for ages, and he was saying goodbye. Like I'm some sort of baby, to believe that. But then he said he wouldn't be seeing her again, and I made him promise he'd never leave me and Mum and Marko. He pinky promised and that's our thing, so I never thought he'd ever ever break one of those.
But then yesterday I was in the hospital wing, and I found a letter on her desk that she was writing to him - I know it was him because it said 'Dear Mark' and it talked about Paris, and I know Dad was in Paris. It was so horrible - it said she was in love with him, but I don't believe it. She's just getting her claws into him. I know he doesn't love her. But he went to Paris with her. They had sex. It's disgusting!
I hate her. I hate him too. Poor Mummy. Dad said she knew when we were in the Leaky Cauldron, but she can't. If she knew, she'd have left him, because only pathetic people would stay with someone who cheated on them, and Mum's not pathetic. I can't tell her - not yet, anyway. But I'm going to be nicer to her than usual. I wrote to her, and we're going to have a girls weekend some time, just us. That would be nice, only I know that I'm going to be thinking about Dad and Madam Slut the whole time.
I'll pay her back though. I'll make her regret she ever met my dad, and I'll send her running so far away she'll never come back again, and then we can just go back to how we were before, and Madam Slut can fuck off and die. Slowly.
Oh, and we might be going to the Quidditch World Cup this summer. And I might be getting my belly button pierced. And Mum wants to take me to Russia, but I think that sounds kind of cold and boring. I'd rather go to Greece.
