Post by Prof. Shadin A. Khal on Nov 2, 2008 15:49:18 GMT -5
Journal entry #1 15 November, 2005
My mother has been forcing me to spend time with Helena Prince. These almost daily sessions are torture. She is snobbish and doesn't know her place. She takes my things. She insults me. I cannot stand to be around her. My mother spends the entire time with Helena's mother in another room sipping tea. We first met them a few weeks ago at a party the Princes threw. My mother combed my hair back so tight and then had to charm it to get it to stay. It looked bad and I felt stupid. She mad me wear flimsy shoes and loose pants, green ones no less. I don't see what is wrong with my boots. They fit better and are so much more useful. Then she stuck me in a room with Helena and a few other children, most of them were about 4 years old. They were babies. It was insulting.