Dear Diary, I Don't like Their Church

Dear Diary,
Family services came to get me today. A big man with grizzly beard got out of this old honda accord and said, "You must be Ms. Dave" and I told him he was wrong because no one has ever called me Miss before. Before I got into the car with him, I gave Ms. Brenda a big hug and thanked her a million times for taking me to Wal-Mart and giving me a plastic bag to put my clothes in and buying me this adorable purse to put you, my diary in. And she handed me a peice of paper with twelve numbers scribbled on it and said if I ever ran into any trouble to give her a call on this number. She said she didn't have a cell phone but that she checked her messages everyday. I thought that was pretty cool cause no one has ever given me their number before. Darcy Lou and Meema you to talk about all the numbers boys gave them after they were finished workin, but they always threw them away. I'm not throwin Ms. Brenda's number away ever.

The car ride to church was long and hot. The man, Mr. Dimmelkanops, apologized for not having working air in his car, but the open windows hardly helped since it was like 10000 degrees outside. We finally arrived at this big ugly white building with a woman holding a cross on the front, and he said we had arrived. I told him this was the ugliest church i'd ever seen and he said, "Ms. Dave, this is no church, girl. This is a home for orphans." Well I thought that was silly that we were takin all the orphans to family church, but he took me inside and registered me and then told me I could go play with the other kids. I yelled at him and said church is no place for horseplay, cause Auntie Mary Joans always pinches me when I start fiddlin around in church, but he said, "Girl, this is your home now."

Well I didn't appreciate that at all. So I sat down in a chair where this big box had flashin images and noise coming from it. I asked one of the girls what it was and she looked at me like i was crazy and said, "Stupid, it's a TV!" and then she rushed away to play with some other girl, but that's okay. I'm really to old to play anyways so I'd rather just sit. Which is what I did until some lady wearing black and a white cap came out. I got so excited because I'd only read about nuns but never seen one. I'd love to be one someday, but that'll never probably happen because I don't know many whores that are nuns.

The nun said, "Hello child, my name is Sister Kathryn, what is your name?" And I told her and then she took me into this room with lines of chairs and a big black chalkboard and sat me down in the front row. She started writing stuff on the board and called on other kids in other chairs to read them out, but when she called on me I told her this was my first day of school and that I didn't know how to read.

Real quick she pulled me up and took me to another room with little kids with snotty noses and big block letters. I asked her where was I now, and she said, "1st grade." Which when you think about, really only makes sense because you have to start at one before you can get to all the other grades. I'm even going to learn to read!

Well Diary, free time is up and the bell is ringing for dinner. I just hope it's not that awful tasting meat we had for lunch.

Hugs,
Bellaray Dave