Monday, June 2 1989
hey, haven't written in a while...not since my father Vanished that is. Everyone at school keeps telling me that he is dead, no. I refuse to believe any of their nonsense especially when they didn't even know my father. I sit in my room every day pondering on where he could have gone, it couldn't be to far after all...or maybe he just wanted to get away from the family, which i completely understand. Let me tell you a little about my family, first off is my Mother, sure she is good heart-ted and all. But she doesn't get when to not ask questions... then their is my brother. Good man, good looking, you could say their is nothing wrong with him! but their is. He is the dumbest person you ever met! he doesn't know how to spell, do math, or read for that matter.
(i don't know if i should continue? or if i should make it a diary or just a book? i need help!)






