Discounter

<May 6, 2000; 6:56 pm>
>> We just moved into the new house today... it's alright. A little bigger than the old one, which is probably for the best. Mom and Dad could use some space from each other. {Sigh} I know it isn't my fault. But Dad and I probably could have been quieter about the job, and part of me can't help but think that if I hadn't knocked into the table and woken her up... and she hadn't seen us with the bag... Next time I'll be more careful and we won't get caught. Maybe he'll even let me go with him tomorrow. Anyway... this is the first goodnight from Independence Port. Sleep tight.
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<May 18, 2000; 9:00 pm>
>> So... Dad hasn't asked me to come with him in over a week. I mean, I know it's my fault that we got caught and Mom's mad at him, but how am I going to prove I can do it if he doesn't let me? He still goes out. Every other night I can tell. Mom can't. She never can... but... I watch for him, and I can tell. They need to resolve whatever problems they're having so he'll let me go with. Goodnight...
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<May 30, 2000; 9:21 pm>
>> I told Mom I liked it here, but ... the thing is, I lied. The teachers are always on the lookout for kids doing bad things. It's like they're paranoid - that they think everyone is a criminal... I got suspended for 'stealing' some kid's skateboard today. The thing is, I didn't even take it! At least... okay, nobody saw me take it. And then Mom found out and flipped out on Dad, saying things like 'you're setting a bad example for our daughter' and something about brainwashing ... and then, wait for it, the real kicker: 'It's like I don't even know who you are anymore' ... {Sigh} So ... Dad left. He... slammed the door and that was it. {Pause} I don't think he's coming back.
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<June 20, 2000; 10:00 pm>
>> Dad still isn't back. I didn't think he would be... but... it's weird with him gone, you know? Every day it gets more real, that he's not coming back. And he doesn't want to be found, because... I mean, you know. If he wanted to be, then he would. And Mom is a trainwreck but I know she doesn't want to admit it... I just wish he'd come back. Just to say hi. I'm sure he's okay, but... I don't know, it would be nice to know for sure.
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<July 13, 2000; 9:23 pm>
>> Still no sight of Dad. I don't think he's coming back... {Pause} I... miss him.
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<July 29, 2000; 8:56 pm>
>> Nothing notable to report today. Mom and I went shopping, I managed to knick a few things without tripping the alarm... The security cameras didn't even... {Pause; shuffling} Dad? What're you------Update: Dad's okay. I mean, he's alive. But... he looked old, you know? His hair was greyer and he looked tired and ... just sort of lonely. I don't know if he and Mom will work things out. Maybe it's for the best... l can't tell right now. I just really want to be with him and he said that maybe I could! But I would have to stay here with Mom until the end of August. Summer blows.
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<August 19, 2000; 9:00 pm>
>> I stole a hamster today. From the pet store. He just looked so lonely... I have to keep him in the closet under some blankets otherwise Mom would hear him. And probably smell him, too. {Pause} He's so cute... I think I'll name him Dewey.
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<August 28, 2000; 12:20 am>
>> {Whisper} I saw Dad last night! He looks... pretty bad. But he was happy to see me. And I think he wants me to come live with him. And... I don't know, I think I might go? I mean... Mom seems better and he... well, he looks a lot worse. I feel like he could use some company, you know? And he said Dewey could come... He said to pack my valuables in a backpack and to meet him in Atlas at 3 tomorrow morning. He said we're going to St. Martial. Next time we talk, hopefully I'll be with Dad. I don't think I can sleep but I don't want to run out of tape before I can get some new ones... Dewey says goodnight.
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<September 3, 2000; 9:09 pm>
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