July 2ndDear diary,Hooper came back from the hospital today. I canÃÂt believe time flew by so fast when I was alone in the house. I was OK then. But now he is back and everything is back to normalÃÂ And normal is terrible for me. He noticed I had taken his puzzle. How did he, I donÃÂt have a clue, I put it back in the exact same spot! But he knew. Hooper always knows everything that goes on in this bloody house. Even when heÃÂs away, he knows. Mom told me to spend time with him because he is stuck in bed, she didnÃÂt let me go out. She forced me to stay in his room. And I donÃÂt want to be with him! He hates me. He hates me even more than he used to (I didnÃÂt know it was possible.). I tried to tell mom that, but she didnÃÂt believe me.
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English: Memorial to Lewis William Frederick Hoope...I have this strange feeling like she doesnÃÂt want to listen to me anymore. She keeps spoiling Hooper instead of taking care of me. She never gives me presents anymore, she ignores me now. ItÃÂs always about Hooper, Hooper, Hooper. SheÃÂs always nice to him, and to Mr Hooper, and she thinks that I should be the same. It should not be that way, itÃÂs my mom, mine. And soon I will have to go to school with Hooper, they keep talking about it now, they tell me that I must do very well there, and that IÃÂm going to be happy, but I know I wonÃÂt. I want to go back to St VincentÃÂs, HooperÃÂs school will be even worse than here, all of HooperÃÂs friends will make fun of me and I will hate it. Why did Hooper have to come back? I wish he DIED when he fell off that stupid castle! I wish he was DEAD so he could not bother me anymore!ÃÂ I canÃÂt believe IÃÂve just written this. But IÃÂve never hated someone so much before. Today I told him that he did not frighten me, I tried to prove him that I was not scared, but it didnÃÂt work, because itÃÂs not true. I am scared. I keep getting more and more scared. He told me to wait, that something will happen to me. I know he is not all talk. Something is going to happen. I try telling myself that things canÃÂt get any worse but they will. I canÃÂt take it anymore. I had to act like I wanted ice cream, so I could go out. I donÃÂt like lying to my mom, but they all seem to be against me now that Hooper is back. I wanted to see Fielding. FieldingÃÂs my friend, he is nice and he is not scared of Hooper. He is not scared of stupid moths and crows. If I were more like him, Hooper would leave me alone. But IÃÂm not. Maybe HooperÃÂs right, maybe IÃÂm just a scaredy baby who canÃÂt do anything by himself. I hate having nowhere else to live but Warings.
The worst thing happened at the end of the day. I walked into HooperÃÂs room and he was playing with MY silver cardboard model. My mom gave it to him. I am so mad, I spent so much time on this model, I locked myself in the little room for hours until it finally worked. And now itÃÂs perfect, and itÃÂs mine. He thinks everything is his, but this cardboard is not, and he is not to have anything of mine. I told my mom that, and instead of giving it back to me she said that she was upset with me, she looked at me like I was very selfish. So I went back upstairs and tried to get my model back, and Hooper threw it on the floor, and it broke. My favorite silver cardboard model broke in half, and Hooper laughed. And then my mom told me that I should be ashamed of myself. I couldnÃÂt believe how unfair it was. I did not do anything. Everything is unfair. I hate my life, I hate it more and more every day, I wish all of the bad things could just stop.
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