Dear Diary, Today I Ran Away

Dear Diary,

Wow, I guess this is my first time writing in you. Auntie Mary Joans gave you to me last Christmas but I lost you in my shirt drawer. I think I put you in there while carrying my new black ruffle sleeves shirt upstairs. On the way up the stairs, Auntie Mary Joans screamed, "Take your new diary up with ya so ya can write down what ya got for Christmas." Well, diary, you and my black lacy top are what I got. 'Cept, I lost my black lacy top, I think Meema or Darcy Lou borrowed it one night and never gave it back. They always do stuff like that. But, Diary, that' not why I ran away.

Ya know, Diary, I used to be a real ugly thing. Auntie Mary Joans said if I didn't keep my hair long, and put mascara on my lashes, people would think I was a boy! Until I hit what Auntie calls puberty. Then, oh lordy, Auntie Mary Joans called me the ugly ducklin gone swan! She's so crazy, I just don't know where she get's these names from! Anyways, she goes out and buys me church dresses, and nice pattened shoes and lipgloss, and my first bra-- I was very excited. But then I got so grown up Auntie says it's time for me to start earnin my keep at Magnolia Woods.

I'm a little embarrassed to tell you, Diary, Auntie Mary Joans isn't even my real aunt! Ya see, Magnolia Woods is a whore house so that means everyone livin in Magnolia Woods Manor, which I would hardly say is a manor, is a whore. My mamma was a whore, but I never knew her. That's why I live with Auntie Mary Joans, who like I said isn't even my real Auntie. I just call her that cause that's what Darcy Lou, Meema, and all the other girls call her.

So like I said diary, I ran away from that place! I don't know what I'm gonna do but...well what can I do? I'm only fifteen and I ain't never been inside a classroom in my whole entire life! Well, I stole ten dollars from Gretta's underwear drawer. I know it's bad and I know god is gonna send me to hell for stealin but I just needed to by a bus ticket and I didn't know how much it would cost. Turns out the greyhound is pretty expensive so I stole for nothin!

If I die tonight, Diary, I'm inside the dairy queen next to the highway. I don't know which highway. I bought a chocolate dipped cone for dinner and now I have a stomach ache because what Meema calls "lactose intolerance." Oh cowutters! But on the flip side, this nice man, who actually looks a little bit creepy, offered to take me up to a place called Little Rock, but that's as far as he's going so hopefully the rock will be big enough for the both of us.

I have to go now Diary, the nice man is waving for me to come! by Diary!!!

p.s. I think you're my only friend, so that makes us best friends.

love,
Bellaray Dave