Memorial Lane Book Novels & Stories

Once I was done taking a bath and a quarter of my book further I decided it was time to rinse myself off, I started to get hungry, which my mother would love, and figured it should be about time to maybe go downtown, get myself some new clothes and new books from the money I had saved and was still in the envelope I was given along with my train ticket. I counted the money, it was birthday money from the past two and a half years, whatever money I didn't need, and the money I had gotten in my surprise when I had successfully ended a ten-mile run. Sixhundredfifthy dollars. Plenty for a while honestly, I figured. At least plenty to get me a few books for now and maybe some new clothes as I wan

It didn't look like a bedroom at all. On the table was a huge pile of books. I had put in a lot of effort to stay at the top of my class because it was only then that I would be able to speak to him. Therefore, I thought that if I just tried harder, Dad would like me. Now, I understood that it was all just wishful thinking. Dad just glanced at the desk before opening the drawer. There was a box with a password lock inside. I became nervous. The box contained my diary, which, in turn, contained secrets that Dad should never see.