PRIVATE ENTRY - Thursday afternoon
PRIVATE ENTRY
I do not want to go home.
Father's reply has still not come. I'm ready to pull my hair out. Just the sitting here waiting for his answer about what will happen sends me into a craze.
If he's mentioned it to him, I know I'll be ordered home immediately. I just hope he hasn't.
I miss my Mother and my brothers. But going home to face him ... I don't think I would be able to handle it.
I would end up doing something I'd regret and most likely get sent to Azkaban for. I'm safer here.
I could never tell my family what happened bwtween us. They wouldn't believe me for a start, and with all that's gone on here, with Mandy dying, and Lo. All they would end up doing is blaming it on my imagination anyhow.
I'm sick of being treated like a child.
I'm sick of acting like an adult.
Where did all the fun in life go?
He sucked it away with ---
I'm through with being the goody-two-shoes. I'm fucking sick of it.