Wolffy Silver's Diary.

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''If you read this, you have no idea who's diary you are reading. Read it infront of me, and I'll snap. Literally. ''

Page One
Oh boy. What a day ... my feet are aching. It felt like as if they were burning, as I walked on hot coal - I didn't really, but of course your feet would burn if you were walking on coal like those dare - devils. My day had been rough - Phillip had been yanking my hair. He refused to go for a walk at the park - which made me very irritated. I had children to babysit tomorrow, and could things get any worse? Wait ... my sister is a child. I shouldn't have said that .. but I mean like younger kids. They scream, shout, cry over nothing and vomit when they feel like it. Jeez, if Phillip refuses for another walk I'm gonna have to do something about it. I could tell you about how I got him if you like.

Phillip was originally named Connor James, but I had re - named him. I hated his name - I reckon Phillip is a good name. I found him outside a house (probably his) and I took him in. I know he's a human but oh well. Life goes on.

Page Two
Woke up with a spinning head. Ivy had been shouting across her room, whilst playing with her stuffed toys. What is up with her and her obsession with keeping a lot of teddy bears? It's like she needed therapy. My other sister had been in bed with her girl friend for a long time - hope they're not doing drugs (they always do). Just realised I've got baby sitting to do today. Oh lord. Why today?!

My mom's friend had dropped off THREE kids. Yes - THREE. She had gone with mom and this day had changed into a living hell. I would've been okay with two kids, but three? No. I had to do something about this.

Page Three
These pages are too damn short - anyway, part two of the nightmare. Yay! (NOT!!) The kids have been pulling my chains and pushed every button possible. They wouldn't stop screaming. My sisters were still here - why aren't they helping?! I called down Ivy to help, and she had problems too. I had called my sister and her girl friend down here but they wouldn't reply.

I gone up stairs, and I caught them smoking and reading naughty magazines. I had kicked her skank of a girl friend out the house, and asked her for help. Still .. no reply. I snatched the stolen "goods" off her, and dragged her down the stairs. I was the oldest sister out of everybody in the house. Ungreatful pig.

Page Four
Guess what? A new day! Anyway - last night was terrible. Mom didn't arrive until midnight. She was drunk and had a massive hang over. Puking, slurred speech - you name it. Never seen mom so rough in my entire life. It was horrible. I had to clean up the vomit which was very disgusting! My other siblings had gone out with their friends up town.

I had to take care of mom, but Ivy was too busy playing with Jasper. Who's Jasper, do I dare to ask? Jasper is one of Ivy's favorite stuffed toys. He's missing one ear and one eye. Oh and both of his legs. Poor th - wait what. Jasper wasn't real. Just a toy.

Page Five
Part two of page four. I then heard a voice coming from up stairs. It wasn't Ivy's. I gone up stairs and realised she had done something to bring Jasper to life. How on Earth can a 8 year old do that?!