Haiku
School falling apart
Influence over all men
I'm left in the DARK
A letter to Mom
Dear Mom,
Nothing has been the same since you left that day. I've been feeling alone in the dark at night wishing you were here but knowing your safe now. School has been harder each day. Many of the teachers are upset I'm not following along with the other students but I don't have to if what they want is voluntary. Dad seems...well obviously sad but the only response I can get out of him is "I'm fine, every things just fine." I miss you mom and I wish you were here. I know your watching over me but I hope you've found peace and I hope Dad and I find it as well.
Love your son,
Jerry
October 13th, 1995
Dear Diary,
This past week has been very difficult for me. It all started with football practice and NOBODY WOULD CATCH MY PASSES! It makes me so mad that my own teammates were making me look bad, after all I am the quarterback. Coach dismissed me early and to my bad luck I just ran into more trouble on the way out of practice. Big bully Emile Janza began picking on me and called me a "queer" and a "fairy". FIRST OFF, I AM NOT GAY! IN ANYWAY AT ALL, I DO NOT LOOK AT GUYS LIKE THAT. Of course I wasn't going to hit him for that because he's bigger than me but instead of retaliating I was mugged by a group of his sick friends. I arrive home around late evening and dad's not home...thank god. I didn't want him to see me all beat up. I took a nice hot bath and my cuts began healing. I thought I had enough that day but darn it, I guess it wasn't enough. I began getting phone calls late at night. The calls where some guy that laughed at the other end. It was around 2:00 when my dad finally got sick of the calls and unplugged the phone line. FINALLY THE DAY COULD BE OVER WITH!
- J.R