Living With The Art Teacher

Dear Diary~                                                                                                           

Lately a lot has been going on in my life.  It all started changing when Christmas vacation ended.  My teacher saw the bruise daddy gave me and sent me to the nurse’s office for everyone to see.  They decided that staying with my daddy wasn’t the best thing for me and I am now staying at my art teacher’s house.  My lifestyle has changed a lot since I moved here.  I always dreamed about living a normal life but with my luck I never thought I would be lucky enough to experience it.  I have been so happy lately, my art teacher treats me like I mean something to her.  I have always dreamed of having my life be “normal” and right now it is as “normal” as it has ever been.  Maybe my luck is finally changing.  I just had a birthday, and it was really fun.  My art teacher and her husband gave me a really nice and fancy art kit.  They didn’t need to get me anything; just letting me stay with them is enough for me.  They even wanted to through me a birthday party.  A birthday party?  I had never had one of those, I told them I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it so I just had Scarletta over to play.  It was a lot of fun; they even made me a cake! 

As I told you my life is really starting to take another direction, not a bad one either.  I feel like I am part of a family, we spend a lot of time together and learn to have fun together.  What’s really nice is my art teacher doesn’t treat me different in school she treats me like I am an ordinary student.  I really respect her for that because; sometimes I have a hard enough time with the kids saying things about staying with the art teacher.  The students just don’t understand what it was like living with my daddy.  I am so happy right now with my living lifestyle.  I do basically live out of my little box I carry around but that’s not the part I am talking about.  I am talking about the love I feel from even my art teacher.  Other kids can think what they want to but, I have never been notice by my family and even if she is my teacher she is more of a family to me than anyone else has ever been.  Well, it’s getting late and I need to get to sleep so I will write you later.

Bye~

Ellen