*The Diary*

April 14, 1987 Dad's been gettin worse. He hit me over the back with a beer bottle and smashed my eye into the closet door. Baseball, has been my cover for so long. I don't how long people will keep on believing me.

April 17, 1987

Well, Mom got sick of the abuse and took my baseball bat and smashed Dad's head. I saw the whole thing. The cops came and took mom away. I'm in a penetentary centre until I show that I'm stable. Oh joy.

April 19, 1987 Mom's dead. She slit her wrists and drank Javex during laundry duty. The Centre released me into Uncle John's care. He's dating some Denise lady in Florida, but the Centre wants to keep an eye on me. So he's moving here. Life bites. Mothing new there.

September 7, 1990 Remember that kid in the hospital when I had my broken leg? He goes to my school. Not only that, he's in my math, art, and music class. I guess he's advanced in those because he's only in Grade Nine. Taking Grade Ten classes. Maybe I could do that next year....

September 9, 1991

I took an IQ test at the school to see if I could take more advanced classes, and it turns out, that if I start right now, I could be done high school by next September which means I could go to college or university early, oh this is good.