Dear Diary,

My mom died today. As it turns out she was really sick. I have to live with my dad and stepmother now. I hate the idea of it. So did my dad. My stepmother talked him into it. I hate her for doing that. I rather be an orphan. I hate my dad. He's not my dad. My dad wouldn't have killed my mother. He would have taken care of her. Not slapped her so her brain tumor spread to the rest of her body. He took something minor. Something fixable, and made a death of it. I hate him. What's wrong with me?

With hate,

Rosie