March 15th, 2006

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Destructor,

Why is it that none of the other girls at school like me?? I know why. It's because they all think I'm weird because I like spiders... but Mr. Octopaws is adorable!! It's not my fault they don't think so!!!

It was Dlyan's birthday today at school. He brought cupcakes for the class. They had rings in them that were sports themed but the one he gave me was already licked clean. I almost punched him in the face but he dodged. So I smashed the cupcake in his face instead. Then, I got sent to the principal's office. There I asked Lucifer for help.

I don't think he heard me because my dad had to come pick me up anyway.

By the way, Destructor, I know this is our first time talking, so I'll tell you a bit about myself. My name is Hope. I am 9 and my birthday is Halloween. My twin sister's name is Harmony. But she isn't in my same class. I have an older brother named Axolotl, but we call him Axol. My mom is named Aurora and my dad is Phillip.

When my dad picked me up he talked real smooth to the principal. That convinced the principal to not kick me out of school. He's good with people like that. I wish I was good with people like my dad. My dad took me home, but he seemed really disappointed with me. Of course he was disappointed with me.

At home I stayed in mine and Harmony's room and talked to Mr. Octopaws and drew until it was time for dinner. For dinner we had spaghetti and toast. Axol got into a fight with Dad and Mom was still nowhere to be found.

Destructor, Mom has been working real late lately. She still won't tell us what she does. Dad seems happier now that she's spending less time around, though. Harmony picked a fight with me and talked about her angel fanfiction and how Uriel could rip Leviathan to shreds with his laser harp. I tried to throw a cup at her, but milk poured all over me. Dad sent me to my room.

I think there's something wrong with me. And there's something wrong with the world. We don't mix right, Destructor. I hope you at least like your name. I still need to take a shower, then I'm probably going to go to bed.

Until Tomorrow,

Hope Butcher

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