I look at other kids being adopted each week. I couldn't help but think of myself.

Why am I not wanted by anyone?

I get bullied, beaten up, and even starved by the people managing the group home. The only thing I have is my diary.

My companion.

My confidante.

Sitting down after the other kids leave to go play, I can write without any interference from anyone.

It helps a lot. It is like talking to my parents and to her too.

MayMay.

Diary,

Today wasn't a good or even a great day. It was normal for me.

Why?

Let me explain because the kid who bullied me got adopted. I hope the family doesn't have any small kids.

Anyway, I have no idea why he bullied me. But that doesn't matter now.

I have been in this group home for almost a month now. I know that I haven't been writing that much.

Because I am afraid that if anyone found out about this diary, they would take it away from me and I can't have that. This diary is the one thing that will keep me going until the day I get out of this place and find her.

This diary is the one thing that will keep me going until the day I get out of this place and find her.

Sometimes I want to give up but then I looked at the bracelet she gave me. It gives me hope that one day I will see her again.

My best friend and the one who didn't judge me, MayMay.

Every day I pray that all of this will be over because no one deserves to be bullied even if they don't have parents.

There's a woman who lets one of the kids beat me up when I can't do the chores even if they aren't supposed to be done by me.

She stands there and watches as I get beaten up. Giving up isn't an option.

Some day I might even find someone who will become just like MayMay but no one can ever replace her.

Anyways this is it, diary. I will write when I can.

Signing off,

Roc.