Imaginary Friend

Meeting A Simply Horrid Man

Dear Dairy,
Today Celest can't play, she's spending time with her, what she calls, her real father. I don't really get it, but she explained to me that the father of hers that I know is her step-dad. Her real dad, whom lives some where called A-r-kansas, and she rarely sees him. Before she left I got to talk to the real dad. He smelled of alcohol but he didn't seem drunk. I don't like him at all, but we had a nice chat.

Dear Dairy,
Celest came home! I'm about to go over to her house now. I'm going to give her my reindeer Webkinz! His name is Blitzen!

Dear Dairy,
Celest started crying when I gave her Blitzen. Then she told me how her real father told her that he would take her to Chuck-E-Chesse but he didn't. She said he never kept his promises. It made me feel sad.

Dear Dairy,
Today was my first day at the American school. I didn't have fun at all, I knew a bunch of the answers, but my classmates were making fun of my accent. At lunch no one sat next to me, and they called me names. I haven't told Celest yet, I don't want to worry her. Maybe tomorrow will be different. At least I hope so...