GENRE: Literary YA
Sometimes I feel like I don't belong anywhere.
When I told my mom that, she said, “You belong here with me and your brother.”
I told her, “If that's true, how come you and Dave are as blond and light-skinned as angels, and I have thick black hair and dark skin?”
She didn't answer that one. She just told me to start a diary and write down my ideas and feelings. Like that's going to change anything. I think she did that because she's tired of hearing the same old questions from me. Maybe she thinks if I write things down, I won't have any more questions.
Okay, I'll write down my ideas and feelings.
MY MOM DOESN'T UNDERSTAND ME AT ALL.
All right, all right, I'm going to give this diary thing a try. I guess I'd try anything to feel like I belong. I went to the drugstore and bought this peach-colored notebook. Peach is my favorite color, although I like pink and lavender pretty much too. I don't have a dad and I've sort of gotten used to that. Sort of.
Okay, I admit it. I haven't gotten used to it at all.