I have my father, but I quickly learnt that he isn't a good guy. He's constantly drunk and smokes almost 24/7. He also puts a curse word in almost every sentence, and it sounds so harsh. He won't even let him call dad! I have to call him father all the time, and I learnt that the hard way (The cane really hurt). Typical nine year olds don't even have to deal with this kind of stuff!!! I hate him. I'm admitting it, I hate him. Our house isn't properly managed for, and always smell of smoke and alcohol. I want to move out as soon as I can. I'm sure he wouldn't mind, he doesn't seem to care about me in the slightest.

Also, we moved. Far, far away. Away from everything I've ever known, away from school, away from mum's burial sight, away from my friends. Away from Emma. Away from the one person I still loved, the one person who was left that cared about me. We didn't even get to say goodbye to each other!!! We just drove away and never looked back. I miss her so much. She was the only real friend I had. I loved her. And now she was gone.

Andnow for the reason I haven't written in this book for a year. I'm scared of myfather. I'm scared that one day he's going to find this book, read what's init, know what I really think about him and burn it. Worse than burn IT,actually. He might as well burn me. He hates me, I know he does. He doesn'tcare about anything good I do, like cleaning up the house or studying andreading. Then, when I do the smallest thing wrong, as small as *insertsomething tiny*, he'll throw a full out tantrum and rage at me for not doinganything right. It's horrible and I don't want him to ever read this. He wouldhurt me too much. So, yeah. That's all I've got for you today. I'm sorry youhave to know so much, guys. I'm gonna go before he catches me writing this. Idon't want him to whack me around with a slipper anymore. Bye guys.