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// Entry #006 
// Story: Silent: Windy Chyme's Story 
// by Phoenix Heart 27 
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 Dear Diary,

Well you’ll be grateful to know that my writing has improved greatly over the past few months. I hardly make any mistakes anymore. Yay! While that’s good, however….the home situation…..hasn’t improved at all. In fact it’s gotten worse. Mama’s still in the hospital and she seems to be getting worse each time I see her. Sometimes I go with daddy. Sometimes with aunt Twister. Though a lot of the time I go alone or with Stormy. Geez, this sounds like a lot for a 1st grader to go through (and yes, in the time since we last wrote, I’ve graduated to the 1st grade. Super proud and when mama heard, she hugged me super tight and told me she was so proud of me too). Dad has been home more, but sometimes I wish he wasn’t. In between the completely unnecessary chores that he claims I need to do. Now I want to clear something up right now diary, a majority of my days at home are spent trying to keep myself and (when he is here) dad safe and clean. I’ve learned how to wash dishes. How to vacuum. How to wash clothes (at the laundromat) and how to clean a bathroom.

I’ve seen a lot of fights at school lately and I even got caught up in a riot! It was horrible! Stormy and I barely got out of there with minor bumps and bruises. Of course, that would’ve been on a day that dad would actually be at home before me on a school day! So regardless of my being late, I ended up with a briused shoulder and my writing hoof is sprained (which is why my writing is sloppy as I’m using my left front hoof to write this). There was a test in science today that I passed (I was the only one to do so) with a 100%. Sweet! During recess two colts and a filly came up to me and started calling me names. Nasty names. Names that if I said them in front of dad or mom, then they’d tan my hide. So of course, since I was already having a crappy day (see diary, I can write these words in you because you won’t judge me) they decide to literally add injury to insult by pushing me off my swing and  into the woodchipped playscape. I only scratched my elbow but was otherwise fine. Now what I did as payback was what surprised both me and my dad. I turned around and reared up high only to sock the biggest of them in the nose. It was funny to see him bleed as he held his muzzle and cried. I didn't even get in trouble because the teachers’ aid who was out there with us saw everything. Claimed it as self-defence and told the teacher he did. It felt really good to hurt them and when I told dad, at first he looked mad, but when I told him what I did and how I didn't get in trouble, he looked glad. Well I guess he was really happy that I did that because he told me to pack a duffel bag and come with him to the gym. I dunno why but, this is the first time he’s taken me somewhere and I wasn’t scared in months. Wish me luck diary. Oh and just so you don’t get lonely, I’m leaving you under my bed with Bubby.

Love,
Wind Chyme (age 6 and ½)

P.S.: I don’t know why ponies complain about carts. They’re perfectly safe! I swear.