Party

7/4

Dear diary,

Today he, was hosting a Fourth of July party. I asked Macy if she would come and she gladly said yes.

The party was boring, extremely boring. Plus the heat wasn't making me feel good. Macy kept talking to me about the things she did last week and if I had found a hobby yet. I told her I didn't yet. I didn't want to admit that killing that mouse gave me the rush, I felt like Macy would be disgusted at what type of person I become.

When the fireworks show began, I saw a little pup hiding behind a group of adults.

The loud booms and crash sound excited my soul but when I look over, the puppy was crying and cowardly running under the table.

I found myself resonating with the dog. I felt like the dog was me. I pitied the dog and I wanted to hold it telling it, it was okay.

When we got home, she and him were talking about something. I didn't bother listening. I went back to my room and started dreaming about the disfigured mouse and that poor puppy who cowardly hide from the loud booming fireworks.