Dierdre
Dierdre
by R. H. Wilcox
July 6th
I am 7 today! Yay me! Seven seven seven! Mommy and Gerald got me lots of present. THIS is my JOURNAL. Mommy says I can write stories or dreams or stuff that happens. SO I will do that. Seven today!
I can’t wait to be 8!
July 7th
It’s too hot to play outside. And bright. So today I am just going to play on my tablet. Gerald says it’s BBQ tonight on the back porch. I love MMMMMMMMM BBQ ribs. And lemonade. In a pitcher with lemons.
July 8th
BBQ was ok. Mr. Tommy and Miss Linda came over and that brat Myer came to. He wouldn’t leave me ALONE. Poke poke poke. I had to hit him with a stick and THEN I got yelled at. And they all left. But the ribs were AWSOME.
No lemonade 😞 I had to have Sprite. BOO!
July 10th
I forgot to interduce myself when we first met! I am Dierdre. I am 7!!!! And I got you in my birthday, which is July 6. NEXT July 6 I will be 8 and I cannnnnnt WAIT! I like playing games and watching netflix on my tablet, and I like sleeping cuz my dreams are so cool. I can do stuff in my dreams I can’t do when I’m awake. So why wake up? I can’t wait to go to sleep at night. Or in the day if I’m tired.
Last night I went flying. Just in my room.
I am just learning.
July 13th
So today Myer stood at the fence yelling for me DIERDRE! DIERDRE! Over and over til I came out. Look at what I found he said, and picked up this GROSS thing. What is it? And he said it was a bird a DEAD one. And started laughing! I felt bad for the bird, and then he THREW IT AT ME AND IT GOT IN MY HAIR!!!!! I screamed ran inside and he laughed really like it was so funny and I CRIED wouldn’t YOU???? It was nasty and had bugs and Mommy had to wash my hair in the tub. She was mad.
Not as mad as me, though.
I really don’t like Myer.
July 14th
So last night I had a dream. I like dreams, I can do all sorts of stuff in them. In my dream I was on my tablet and a message came up. “Don’t You HATE Meyer?” it said. I guess that’s how you spell his name. I don’t talk to anyone on my tablet – Gerald said not to and I don’t, but I did in my dream. “I DO!!!!!” I said with a bunch of frowny faces. I waited for the person to write back but they didn’t.
When I woke up I looked at my tablet but it was off.
Today we are spost to go to Gramma Rose’s house which is a long drive.
Maybe I can sleep in the car and talk to my tablet friend again.
And Gramma Rose ALWAYS makes lemonade! YAY!
July 15th
Today I saw Myer – MEYER – in his backyard. I didn’t go out but his little sister Sissy who is 4 was there and Meyer kept pushing her down over and over and making her cry, and then picking her up and hugging her til she stopped and then pushing her down AGAIN. I had to stop watching cuz I was crying. I was mad. I could hear her crying through the window.
I really hate MEYER.
July 17th
I was tired and fell asleep in the sunlight on the floor. My cat does that! So I played cat and dreamed.
This time my dream stunk. I was just watching Meyer the jerk push Sissy down over and over.
Why do I have to see that in my dream? I already saw that and did NOT like it.
Stupid dreams.
July 19th
Ok so two things last night. One, I flew again – THAT was cool. I just had to think real hard and floated a little off the ground. And then I kinda floated around my room. I wanted to go down the hall and show Gerald and mom but before I could my tablet was in my hands and I wasn’t flying any more because I was sitting back on my bed. I was going through my pictures that I took but all of them were of MEYER which I know is a dream because I never ever took pictures of THAT brat. But all of them were in my gallery and they were all bad. Him pushing Sissy, him with the dead BIRD again. Him peeking in a door at his mom and dad. Even him hitting his cat with his HOCKEY STICK. He is the meanest dirtiest kid ever and I have to live next to him.
Every picture was MEYER. In my dream I THREW my tablet across the room and didn’t care if it broke or worked at all.
Then I woke up and my tablet was in my nightstand drawer just like I left it. I turned it on and it was fine. I even looked at my pictures.
NONE of MEYER. Just the normal stuff I really did take pictures of.
Thank you God. Sometimes dreams really suck.
Don’t tell mommy I said suck. She hates that word.
July 23rd
We went to the rec pool today. Mommy wanted some sun, and Gerald had to work so he didn’t come.
But of COURSE MEYER and his MOM were there.
I tried to stay away from him but mommy and Miss Linda had their chairs near each other so they could talk, which means I was there and MEYER was there. He didn’t do bad stuff that they could see. But when they were talking and not looking he stuck his thing out of his shorts and kept smiling and pointing at it.
Gross.
I just laid down in the sun and took a nap.
Then I woke up because there was YELLING and screaming and it was my mom and Miss Linda and they were at the side of the pool and MEYER was laying there wet and stupid and playing dead or something but maybe not playing because my mom and his mom were REALLY upset and the lifeguard boy was over him and a bunch of people were all around. And then he spit out a bunch of water and everyone clapped and Miss Linda hugged him and started crying and my mom did too. And Meyer opened his eyes and stared at me.
I thought I was still asleep because this stuff happened in my DREAM TOO.
In my dream I saw MEYER swimming underwater by the bottom and I got so MAD at him for the bird and Sissy and the pictures on my tablet that I went and stood on his back when he was swimming on the bottom of the pool. I held on to the side of the pool and no matter how much he TRIED to get up I kept pushing him down with my feet.
For a long time, I guess. He finally stopped wiggling. And then I woke up because of the screams.
MEYER was coughing and telling his mom something and then pointing at ME.
She just hugged him tighter and they came and got their stuff and left.
He almost DROWNDED, my mom said.
I felt bad because I wasn’t sad at all.
July 24th
I heard mom and Gerald talking about me after I went to bed last night.
MEYER told his mom and MY mom that I tried to kill him. To drowned him at the pool.
Gerald asked a question then mom said I never got up off my towel the entire day. Which I did NOT.
They were happy he was ok but Gerald said he probably needs to see a shrink. Which made no sense since he’s already a lot shorter than me and he’s a year older than me.
It would probly just make him more mean.
July 25th
Last night I went flying – and this time OUTSIDE!!!! It was so fun!
I floated around the room again and then opened the window and climed out. I wasn’t scared. I floated down like a feather to the ground but didn’t touch – and then just kind of floated around the yard, around the house, looking in our windows, seeing mom and Gerald asleep in their room, and then looking in the downstairs windows at the living room and the tv that was left on, around the back past the kitchen and dining room and then all over the backyard, past Gabby’s house (and she didn’t even wake up) and near my bike and big dollhouse and then I decided to peek in on that jerk MEYER. So I floated over the fence (I just had to think harder to go up more to get over the fence) and then I flew around their house, Miss Linda and Mr. Tommy were on the couch together watching the news. After a minute I thought hard and floated up to the next floor where MEYER the JERK’S room was. His light was on and his shades were open so I could see everything.
Not much to see. He was sitting on the floor with his hands closed. Like he had a bug in them. Then he would open them and it was his hamster JAMSTER and he was trapping Jamster and making him all freaked out. And he did it again and again. I just watched but I was getting mad. Then he took out his school bag and took out something shiny and metal. I don’t know what it was but it was like a V and it had a really sharp needle on one point. And he held Jamster by his tail and then started POKING HIM WITH THIS THING. I was so MAD I hit the window HARD with my hand. He spun around and dropped Jamster and the pointy thing and actually yelled something..but then I woke up.
But who cares about mean MEYER.
I can FLY!!!!! (in my dreams)
July 31st
MEYER the JERK went to the doctor. Mom and Gerald were talking in the kitchen. But I could hear.
His mom and dad are worried about him.
They should be. He’s mean. Hurts animals and his Sissy.
I really hate him.
Aug. 1st
I was in the driveway riding my bike in circles and MEYER the JERK said
I SAW YOU. IN MY WINDOW. YOU CAN FLY.
I stopped my bike. And said.
I SAW YOU TOO. Hurting Jamster. And I’m TELLING the next time you hurt Jamster or Sissy or Clyde. I saw you pushing her down a lot. I saw you hitting Clyde with your hockeystick.
MEYER the JERK made the middle-finger sign and ran off.
But I just thought of something.
If I was asleep and dreaming how did MEYER the JERK SEE me flying?
Aug. 3rd
Mommy said school starts in three weeks. ALREADY? But I am excited about second grade. First grade is for babies.
She told me that MEYER the JERK was left back.
He’ll be in my grade. Oh GREAT.
Aug 5th
MEYER the JERK told his mom and dad he saw me flying!
Aug. 6th
So MEYER the JERK told his mom and dad he saw me outside his window. The upstairs bedroom window. And that I was flying.
Mommy told me his new doctor will hopefully make him better.
Aug. 12th
I am sorry for not writing – it has been a sad bad week.
Sissy fell out of their treehouse and died. We had to go to the funeral today.
MEYER the JERK said she followed him up the ladder and then fell.
Everyone is sad. I am sad. Sissy used to love playing tea party and hide and seek with me.
Everyone cried. But not MEYER the JERK. He just looked. At the casket. And at me.
He smiled at me when I cried.
Aug 13th
In my dream, I was sitting on my bed with my tablet. I was looking at my picture gallery again and all the pictures were of MEYER the JERK being a MEAN JERK. The last picture was a video. I touched it and wish I didn’t.
It was a video of Sissy following MEYER the JERK up the ladder to the treehouse. She knew she wasn’t allowed. But MEYER kept calling her to come up, come up! It’s fun up here!.
And when she got to the top he pushed her. And she fell.
I jumped off my bed and the tablet fell on the floor. I couldn’t see it but I could hear MEYER the JERK yelling MOM! MOM!
I woke up crying a lot.
Aug 15th
I had my flying dream last night. I flew over to MEYER the KILLER JERK’S house. And looked in at him but he was asleep. I tried to open his window and it was easy, but he turned over so I flew back home.
August 21st
They took Miss Linda to a hospital today. She couldn’t stop crying. There were a lot of police at their house. And an ambalance. The police were talking to Mr. Tommy while a woman policeman talked to Miss Linda but she was too sad and screaming to talk to. Finally Gerald told me that losing both her children had hurt her brain and heart and she would probably be away getting better for awhile. I asked about Mr. Tommy, who I liked and always winked at me when he saw me, but Gerald didn’t know.
Aug. 22nd
They don’t know how MEYER the KILLER JERK died. But I do.
Wiggling. Under a pillow. That I sat on until he stopped moving.
The jerk deserved it.
Sept. 1
Sorry I am not keeping up on things, but second grade just ROCKS! I love my new teacher Mrs. Bennett, and most of the kids I know from last year. Melissa Barnes got like a foot taller since last June! I wish I would get taller.
I have been flying around the street and stuff almost every night now. Kinda boring, it’s dark (duh!) and you don’t see much.
But last night, I saw Mr. Crosby that lives on the corner hit Mrs. Crosby. A bunch. She just hid in the corner and he took off his belt and I had to leave. I couldn’t watch any more.
Mr. Crosby had always been nice to me.
But I don’t like him now. At all.
