May 27
Dear diary,
My name is Chloe. My dad is REALLY rich. I can get ANYTHING I want. I bet my friends are so jealous!!! I used to have a lot of friends, but now I only have 6 because they said I was too sassy and boastful. But I don’t really care anyway because the friends I have now are WAYYY better. One day at school, there was a new girl. She looked poor, so I decided to tease her. So I told my friends, “We have to make a list of things to tease her with.”
We did, but we had to buy some things that were pretty expensive. So, of course, I asked my dad for some money! He said, “Of course,” and handed me 2,000 dollars. And that was the exact amount we needed! I said thanks and headed out the door.
We went to the local shopping market to buy the stuff we needed, like trash cans, tripwire, and a lot more. My dad was friends with the manager, Bob, so once he saw my friends and me he said, “What would you like today ma’am?”
I said all the things we needed, and he said those things were out of stock. So I screamed, “Get me those things right now, before I have to call my dad!”
He said, “Ok, ok, ma’am,” and went to the warehouse to search for the things. He came back 10 minutes later and said, “I am so sorry but there is nothing I can do.”
So I screamed again and said, “You know that this is the WORST market I have ever been to, and I am going to give this store the WORST review!!”
I think he got mad too, so he screamed back, “Well, I’m gonna call your dad and tell him about you!”
My friends tried to calm me down, so I screamed one last time, “I DON’T CARE!” and stomped out the door.
xx
Chloe
May 27
Dear diary,
“Chloe, I need to have a talk with you!” my dad called.
So I said, “Yes,” in my very best daughter’s voice.
Then he opened the door. I wondered what he would talk about, like would I get some extra allowance, or would I get another dog to go with my other 2 Pomeranians? But then he said, “Chloe, I am very disappointed in you. Yesterday I got a call from Bob, and he said you were very rude.”
I thought, “Oh no!” Not this AGAIN!
And then he continued, “Bob told me you said his market was the worst store you had been to, is that right?”
“Uhhh…”
He started to yell, “CHLOE, YOU ARE IN BIG TROUBLE!”
And I decided that from that day, I would never talk to him ever again.
xx
Chloe
Dear diary,
Now I have to make a different plan since, you know… So I called my friends over to hang out and make a new plan. We decided to trip that poor girl from school and push her when there weren’t any teachers around. So we tried our plan and it worked. But summer break came quickly. So I said bye to my friends and walked out of school.
xx
Chloe
Dear diary,
This summer break was the best break ever! We stayed at a resort in Hawaii and went and saw volcanoes erupting. Then we went to Colorado to a ski resort, and I thought that was even better. We went skiing on the Black Diamond, and I fell and twisted my ankle so I said, “I quit,” and went back to the stupid lodge. When I got back to school, some kid pointed at me with my crutches. He also started laughing. So I said back to them, “Your families are probably poor as dirt!” The truth is, basically money is all I care about. (Me in my head yelling, MONEY$$$$ 4 LIFE!)
I had to wear those AWFUL crutches for 8 weeks!!! Almost every person I walked past turned their head and looked at me. Another fact about me is that I like attention, but not this kind. Those 8 weeks were so painful and embarrassing, but at least I made it through. When I got to return those crutches I was so happy!! I yelled and screamed and shouted. My dad told me to calm down. I was about to say something, but then I remembered that I wouldn’t talk to him.
xx
Chloe
June 2
Dear diary,
Ok, so today I went to our attic to look for cool things to play with. While I was looking through some boxes, I found a diary. It looked really old and had the prettiest lace covering the edges. But this is the part I can’t believe. It said Sophie on it, and that was my mother’s name (at least I’m pretty sure). I spent the rest of the day thinking about the diary I found and if I should ask Dad because I still am not talking to him. I finally made up my mind and went up to him. This is how it went:
“Dad? I wanted to ask if Mom wrote in diaries.”
His answer was, “Yeah, she did, but let’s not talk about that.” He sounded sad when he said that.
So I walked back to my room. In my brain, I thought, “Wait, where is my mom? Where did she go? Did she leave us?”
That day I had so many thoughts swirling in my head. I was so tired so I went to bed.
TO BE CONTINUED…