Alternate post title: Authentic Teenage Voice
So my older sister Rebecca sent me this little gem from her 8th grade diary, and I wanted to share it with you. Becca was 13 when she wrote this, and my twin sister and I were 10.
“I’m so angry. I can’t believe how violent the twins are. Instead of saying be quiet or stop it, they lunge out in viciousness. In the past 12 hours I have received 4 bloody scars and several welts. All from the Twins!! My parents just say its too bad. They never listen. I dread each day. What new problems will remain unattended? On a happier note, I realized how much I am falling in love with Michael. I can’t wait for school. I get to see him.”
I’m not sure which amuses me more: the supremely dramatic prose, or the abrupt shift at the end to talk of romance.