I am 12 years old and i was just wondering-- is this readable? I've always been behind on my writing and i decided to get better by writing random stories. So please critique ^-^ Please let me know if I suck XD Oh yeah and this is about a genius baby who keeps a journal about the things going around him. And it's not finished. XD
December 14, 2008
I was born on July 12, 2008 in some hospital in Washington. I am only 5 months old, but I am, as the doctors say, a genius. I don’t quite understand what that means, but it must be bad, since my parents were crying. They were also smiling, but tears mean sadness, so I guess I’m a misfortune to the family…
December 15,2008
I decided not to let my parents know that I am keeping this journal, because I know that they’ll be sad when they learn that I’ve gotten smart enough to write. No parent wants an unusual baby, I suppose… I’m going to try to be normal as possible. I’m not going to talk normal in front of my parents. Instead, I’ll talk gibberish like the other babies. How does it go? Hmm… I think I’ll practice baby talk for a while.
December 18, 2008
I’m sorry for not writing in a while, journal. My parents found you under my pillow! Before they could read it, I started to pretend-cry to keep them from reading you, of course. But I had to stop writing for a few days because my parents were watching my every move. I moved you, journal, to a safer location. Under my mattress! They will never look under there. Even though my brain is unusual, my baby body isn’t. I must go to sleep now. I’m getting drowsy…
December 19, 2008
I heard daddy say a new word today. It went something like ‘dammit’.
I don’t know what that means, but daddy said it, so it must be good. Daddy is a good person. I guess I’ll start using the good word daddy said, too…
December 20, 2008
I saw daddy hit mommy today. He used the word again. I don’t think it was good though. He said something about ‘broke’ I think that means that something doesn’t work. Maybe something in the house is malfunctioning…? Anyway, I decided to stop thinking about the word. Daddy isn’t a good person anymore. He made mommy cry. Today mommy didn’t give me dinner. She and daddy didn’t eat, either. I wonder why?
December 21, 2008
I heard mommy and daddy talk to each other about ‘Krismas’. What is Krismas? She said that Krismas is on the twenty-fifth. It sounded like it was a good thing, but mommy and daddy didn’t seem very happy. Maybe I’m being a burden. I heard daddy say my name while they were talking. He didn’t sound very good.
December 22, 2008
Last night I woke up for a bit when I heard daddy come in the door. I didn’t really know how to read the clock, but I think he came in at about 3 o’ clock. I looked out the open door and saw him hold a little bundle of green paper and heard him say even more words along with ‘dammit’. I think it was something like ‘****’ and ‘hell’. When mommy and daddy went outside, I tried using the big grey box that mommy and daddy always use when they tried to look for something. I learned that those words weren’t good. Daddy is a bad person. Mommy is a good person. I’ll only listen to mommy now.
December 23, 2008
Mommy said that Krismas is only two days away. What’s Krismas??? I really want to know. I can’t wait till the twenty-fifth. Maybe it’s a special day.
I’m sleepy now. Bye- Bye, journal…
December 24, 2008
Today is Christmas- eve. Well, At least that’s what mommy said. And I learned how to spell Christmas! It’s not Krismas, it’s Christmas. I saw it on the calendar. Christmas is tomorrow. It’s exciting. I better go to sleep early for the big day. Well, it doesn’t matter since I go to sleep early, anyway.
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