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 Posted: Tue May 17, 2005 7:32 pm
The diary of Mai
As part of the Ethereality Bootcamp, I have a diary here. It will be updated a few times a day till i finish it. Mai is my OC, and I'll have a picture of her later.
Current Entries up: 8
As you may know, I had put it up as completed already, but I accidentily missed 1 chapter to put up. Originally, I had written them all and put them up one at a time, and I just missed that one, wich is actually Day 6. The one I had labled as Day 6 was actually Day 7, so I highly reccommend you read it. Also, after writing them, Lilithia said it ended to abruptly, so I wrote an Epilogue. Now, they're all up for sure!
Enjoy and feel free to comment!
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2005 7:33 pm
Day 1
16:32 pm
Dear Journal,
Today was yet another bad day. Why can't my father ever understand! I like to be different. I strive to be original. But instead, he tells me that I should just go along with the crowd and wear boring old clothing that everyone else wears.
When I got home from school today, he yelled at me. So what if my tube top, skirt, belt and chains weren't what others wearing. Is there a problem with my hand-made arm sleeves? He yelled, and said things about how I should just blend in. He told me that if I went along and acted and dressed like everyone else, my life would be successful.
I wonder, is that really true? If I wear what others wear, and am unoriginal, I know I'll be unhappy, and usually people who are unhappy are unsuccessful. I know he's wrong, he just wants me to be like what he wants me to be. But I'm sick and tired of it, so I know I won't.
I hope tomorrow will be a better day.
Mai.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 4:08 pm
Day 2
17:10 pm
Dear Journal,
My dad wouldn't stop nagging me about my clothes today. He said that I should just listen to him, and get into some unoriginal clothes. I yelled back at him, I said I wouldn't, and so, he slapped me.
He lectured me that I should just listen to him. He said that I'm messy and I don't do good at school. But I know that's a lie, because I get A's at school and I keep things pretty clean. I told him that, and he yelled and said how his coworkers saw me and say that I'm a delinquent and that he's a bad father.
Whenever I say something, he makes up another excuse. He just wants his way, and doesn't care about what I want. He doesn't want me to make my own decisions. He only cares about his own opinion and what his coworkers think.
Well now, I'm sick of him telling me what I should do. That's it, I'm running away.
Mai.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 4:09 pm
Day 3
19:01 pm
Dear Journal,
This is my first day away from home. I left a note at home saying that I was leaving. I told them that until my father allows me to do what I want, I'm not coming home. I took all the money I had saved up, which is about $400. That's from all my babysitting money, and is a lot. I kissed my mom goodbye while she was sleeping, but I'd never do that to my dad. Well, not for now anyways.
I'm staying at a friends house tonight. I can probably stay at a few of my friend's houses until my parents catch up, but by then, I'll be staying at a cheap motel. I'll probably go to school, but I'll stop as soon as they find me. It'll be a bit complicated staying away from them, but I'll manage.
I know that running away isn't the answer to my problems, but that's all I can do for now. I just hope I can resolve this problem.
Mai.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 4:10 pm
Day 4
18:49pm
Dear Journal,
My Parents are looking for me. They checked my school, but I was late today so they didn't catch me. Thank god. They check the friend's house which I was staying with, but I was already at school and had my things. I'm pretty lucky so far.
My luck almost ran out though. When I was arriving at another friend's house, my parents were talking to her parents at the door. I ran into the bushes and nearly escaped. None of my friend's parents like my father, so they haven't told them yet.
I think I'll start staying at motels tomorrow. They're getting to close. I'll stop going to school for awhile, and I'm keeping my food costs as low as possible. Today I managed with a bun and a drink for lunch and a cheap fast food meal for dinner. That came to about $5. I have $395 left, which will be good enough for now.
I miss my mom, but I can't go back, because my dad will be there waiting for me and I wouldn't of accomplished anything.
Mai.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 4:14 pm
Day 5
16:51pm
Dear Journal,
The motel I checked into was cheap, but it's full of shady characters. There are people selling drugs and guns everywhere. I'm scared, but I have to be strong. I'll just stay here the night, and look for somewhere better tomorrow. I still feel unsafe though.
My parents are nowhere near. I haven't seen them, so I'm a bit lucky today. I did call my friend, and she said that my parents checked her house again and my school. I called my boyfriend as well. He said he's worried, and even though he supports me, he wants me to go home, or at least go to school.
I'm afraid of where I am, and I want to leave this motel.
Mai.
Day 6
1:36am
Dear Journal,
God help me! I'm in the motel closet, hiding. I just woke up to gunshots. My watch says it's 1:36am. I'm scared to death. The shots pierce my ear, and I'm afraid I might get hurt.
It might be a gang fight, but I don't know. I'm just scared out of my wits. I'm going to stop writing now. I'm scared.
Mai.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 4:18 pm
Day 7
14:51 pm
Dear Journal,
Here I am, in a hospital bed. During that gun fight last night, I got shot.
I was hiding in the closet, when I heard my room door open. The loud sounds bursting from the guns came closer and more clear. I think one of the people in the fight must of bumped my door open. In either case, a shot went through the door, through a small hole in the closet door, and right into my left arm, right below my elbow.
The blood soaked my left arm sleeve. It's in incredible pain. The police arrived and found me a short while later. I was brought to the hospital, but I was already unconscious due to blood loss.
When I awoke, my parents were there. My mother was crying and my father had a sad look in his eyes. My friends, including my boyfriend, were crowded around me. The bullet had been removed and the wound stitched. I now have a cast on my left arm. All my friends have signed it.
My father apologized. He said he was sorry for controlling my life, and that he will allow me to where what I want from now on. I think I will have to wear my arm sleeves to cover my arm anyways. I'm going back home as soon as I'm released from the hospital. Hopefully I won't have to run away ever again.
Mai.
Epilogue
Dear Journal,
I just found my diary 4 years after that incident. Reading over it reminds me of how foolish I was. I'm 20 now, and that scar on my arm is a constant reminder of what I did. I don't think I'll ever do that again.
Me and my parents are pretty close now. My dad did keep what he said and allowed me to live more freely. I think back then, I felt like a caged up bird, and after running away I was able to spread my wings and soar away.
My boyfriend and I have been going out and have become closer. My friends have stuck by me from the very start. I've been able to leave freely the past few years and it's wonderful.
I wear what I want, and I choose my own life. My family and friends support me, and I truly believe my life is wonderful. If I realized that earlier, I would never have ended up with the scar on my left arm, but I'll survive. I've learned from my mistakes and I'm leading a wonderful life now.
There's one thing, however, that I know for sure. It's to stay away from shady motels, and to at least pay $60 for a room!
Mai
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 4:35 pm
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 5:17 pm
awwee.. -sniff- i wanted to do that once ;^;
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 5:28 pm
XxSweetChicxX
awwee.. -sniff- i wanted to do that once ;^;
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 5:48 pm
x_Megan_x XxSweetChicxX
awwee.. -sniff- i wanted to do that once ;^;
yeah...cuz at that time i was really depressed and confused
but i knew running away would probably make things worse so i kinda went with the flow instead...
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 7:12 pm
XxSweetChicxX x_Megan_x XxSweetChicxX
awwee.. -sniff- i wanted to do that once ;^;
yeah...cuz at that time i was really depressed and confused
but i knew running away would probably make things worse so i kinda went with the flow instead...
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 7:19 pm
x_Megan_x XxSweetChicxX x_Megan_x XxSweetChicxX
awwee.. -sniff- i wanted to do that once ;^;
yeah...cuz at that time i was really depressed and confused
but i knew running away would probably make things worse so i kinda went with the flow instead...
3nodding
so why is everyone suddenly making journals? sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 7:21 pm
XxSweetChicxX x_Megan_x XxSweetChicxX x_Megan_x XxSweetChicxX
awwee.. -sniff- i wanted to do that once ;^;
yeah...cuz at that time i was really depressed and confused
but i knew running away would probably make things worse so i kinda went with the flow instead...
3nodding
so why is everyone suddenly making journals? sweatdrop
It's this week's assignment. Last week it was to set up a shop. :3
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 7:27 pm
x_Megan_x XxSweetChicxX x_Megan_x XxSweetChicxX x_Megan_x XxSweetChicxX
awwee.. -sniff- i wanted to do that once ;^;
yeah...cuz at that time i was really depressed and confused
but i knew running away would probably make things worse so i kinda went with the flow instead...
3nodding
so why is everyone suddenly making journals? sweatdrop
It's this week's assignment. Last week it was to set up a shop. :3
aahh...ohkay X3
argh..i should really check the updates more often
ill go set up a journal too or something XP
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