March 18 – 9 o’clock
Dear Self,
It’s worse than I thought. When I went in for rehearsal today and saw all the adults dancing and practicing their lines as they waited for the director, I felt my stomach do a spin. I ignored it at first, thinking it would go away once I met everyone in the room. But as soon as one of the main actors came up to me, I spun and threw up all over the ground.
Needless to say I lost the part and they gave it to another boy in my class, Justin. None of the kids know, but I still feel like a fool every time I see them.
I’ve never been so embarrassed. I feel so fragile. I’ve been sent to my room without dinner by orders of my father; he didn’t do it himself, he didn’t even see me, but I bet he was furious. Every time I look at the door my heart speeds up; I keep thinking he’ll be there any minute to punish me.
Daniel Xavier
March 18 – midnight
He never came. I think I can sleep now.
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