1955-01-17 - 9:58 p.m.
Remember me Journal? It's Bobbie Sue Dicks. I wish I was an orphan. A new chapter in my life has begun Journal, and I fear there is no looking back. It all started at my uncle's wedding
. I hate him.
Reasons why I hate my Uncle:
1) His name is Chuck Dicks.
2) He has two lazy eyes which always seem to settle on my chest.
3) He is a famous scientist and last year he was invited to judge our school's science fair. I worked day and night recreating a submarine radio
. The fact that it actually worked and that he was judging led me to assume an easy gold medal. Instead, he gave the prize to Jenny Dooner
. She researched the influence a high heel shoe has on a woman's thigh muscles. Her family framed the medal where it now hangs over her mantlepiece. I hate her.
After the wedding ceremony there was a big family gathering at the Lion's club. I thought this would be a good opportunity to drink something other than Kahlua. It seems so did my mother. Two bottles of champagne later she was asleep on a young man's lap
while my father did his best impersonation of a happy man smoking with the boys 
. I quietly slid out the back door before my aunts
could ask me why I was still single and if my mother had gotten me a bra yet. Once home, I crumpled into a dramatic ball on the floor and cursed my lineage, the stolen bouquet tucked in my bag. When I am a famous writer in New York I will hang it over my mantlepiece, a dusty reminder of a long ago embarrasment. Good night Journal. I missed you.
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