5th January, 2012
Dear Diary,
I hear my little sister, Priscilla, scream as I chase her up and down the stairs. Believe it or not, but i'm chasing her with the overgrown turkey from Dan's farm!
“Daddy! Help mee!” Prisicilla yells
Uh oh..
My parents are the strictest people you may ever meet. My father, especially. He lounges in his leather armchair all day, shouting at my mother, Rosie, the servant and me. He never shouts at Priscilla, because she's his 'little Angel'. He gives her treats, and cooks any food she may want. He also buys Priscilla anything she asks for. We've got a huge garden full of small ponies which father bought for Priscilla.
Priscilla picks up her little dress, and scurries down the stairs, looking for dad, and trying to escape the big turkey I'm riding. I sit silently on the turkey, not going down the stairs to chase Priscilla. The turkey isn't able to walk down the staircase. I wonder how Farmer Dan got it through the house, and into my bedroom...
Silently, I watch Priscilla stroll into the kitchen, where father is baking small cookies for her. She flashes a huge grin at me, as she tugs onto father's shirt.
“Daddy! Rosa's chasing me with the big hen from Dan's farm!” she cries, and puts on a fake sad face to make father feel sorry for her.
Father looks up at me, with a frown.
“Rosa! Get down here at once!” he shouts
I slowly climb off the turkey, brush the dirt off my overalls, and walked down the stairs. I wish mother was here; she always softens father's moods whenever she's in his presence. Mother and father love each other dearly.
I walk into the kitchen with dragging feet.
“How dare you steal Farmer Dan's chicken, and then chase young Priscilla with it!” he yells. “You should be very ashamed of yourself! Return the turkey to Farmer Dan this instant!” He holds Priscilla's hand as she nuzzles herself in his shirt. I look at her in disgust, and spot a tiny grin across her face.
“Father, Farmer Dan gave this turkey as a gift. I didn't steal it!” I cried
“Stop telling lies Rosa! I have plenty of work to do, and your lies are not making things better!” he shouts
I look down, and blinked back my tears. Why was Priscilla so special? Rosie gets attention from mother, and Priscilla gets extra love from father... but what about me? I even get teased at school for not being 'posh' and wearing 'next-catalog' clothes. Rosie and Priscilla are both popular, and don't even bother helping me when they spot me being teased by older children.
“Yes father.” I reply. Slowly, I walked up the stairs and slumped myself onto my bed.
“Because of this incident, Rosa, you will not be going to the park with us today!” Father yells from the bottom of the stairs.
I run down the stairs quickly.
“What?! Father, you can't do this! Going to the park is a tradition, and I Can't miss out on it!” I cry
“Well, it isn't my fault Priscilla was being chased by a turkey, was it Rosa?” Father bends down, until his face was level with mine.
“But.. Who will supervise me while your gone?” I ask quietly
“The servant of course!” he replies
I stare at him in shock. Since when did he trust the servant to take care of his children? There was a recent news story about a young boy's parents leaving the servant to supervise their child while they were out partying. When the parents came back, they found their son lying dead in their living room. It was obviously the servant who had killed the young child. Father was sitting next to me when we watched that news story, so he surely must know the dangers of leaving the servant to supervise me?
“But you know what happened to that young boy in the news, don't you?” I ask
“Of course I do. How is that news story relevant to the situation we're currently in?” He replies. “Now leave. I have work to do.” Father turns around, and returns to his cooking. I stare at him for a short while, then turn away and walk upstairs, my head drooping down.
2:30 PM
I'm lying face-front on my bed, as I stare at the gold ribbons of sunshine that filter through my window. I listened carefully as Priscilla, Father and Mother giggle and laugh. They're having fun.
“Okay, now put on your coat sweety. It's chilly outside!” I heard Mother's soft mumble from downstairs as she helped Priscilla into her coat.
“Okay, are we ready to go now?” said Father.
I heard the door creak open, and listened to Priscilla's, Father's, and Mother's footsteps as they walked out. My eyes swelled up with tears, and my lip began to tremble. Slowly, I jumped off my bed, and stared out the window, watching my family walk off to the park without me. A tear trickled down my cheek. I closed my eyes and weeped silently.
“Why? Why does Father have to be so strict? So mean?” I whispered to myself.
Suddenly, the door opened, and somebody stepped in. Quickly, I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, and turned to face the doorway. It was the servant.
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