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Sept. 15, 2015

It started again today. They keep on "playing nice", they don't treat me like this. I don't have the right qualities to be treated like a wounded princess;

I've always been fat which always caused Mrs. Taylor's friends to ridicule her for having a fat ass daughter. I’ve never really heard them say anything, as I’m not allowed to go out most of the time, but that’s what Mrs. Taylor told me.

I am only second in my class which causes Mr. Taylor his precious time being gloated to by the father of Gared; the “first honor”, every time they meet, which is basically every weekend. There are times when I forget my chores or orders which causes my whole body's soreness the next few weeks, courtesy of course of Mr. and Mrs. Taylor.

I don't understand the reason why they are being so nice to me. Like this morning, when I served breakfast, Mrs. Taylor didn't even throw the food in my face which is a morning ritual really. And Mr. Taylor didn't ask, I mean command me, to recook his egg because it was too "plain" which is also a morning ritual. I guess that's how they stay in shape.

I'm the only one in this house that cooks their meals and almost all the time they throw it in my face or have me re-cook it over and over again till they just get so irritated that they throw the food in my face and go to work. Or if it's dinner, sleep.

You're probably wondering why I'm the only one cooking and cleaning or why I even have chores because we probably have maids to do it for us. Well, we don't. Mr. and Mrs. Taylor fired all of the help when I arrived because no one can know about our little "private sessions" as a family, which either leaves me close to the grave or just badly bruised. But either way, I never go to the hospital. In fact, no one in the world has ever seen my bruises except for Mr. and Mrs. Taylor.

Anyway, they gave me an allowance earlier. I don't understand what's going on anymore. My day was uneventful except for the allowance which is a weird day for me.

I don't have a single bruise on my body today though my face is still healing from the slight burn. But the doctor, A.K.A Mr. Taylor said it won't leave a mark and would heal in two days or so. Everything is so upside down right now.

It's a weird thing, Notebook. I'm terrified; when I should be glad, happy; when I should be scared. Maybe I've turned mad. I wonder if I'm actually already dead and everything so far has been a long amazing dream. There is no better explanation as to why everything feels like it's all in the past now. it could also be a trick, an illusion, I mean. I don't want to freak out, so maybe it's just an old fashion trick that they're trying to play on me.

I'm just rambling now. Surprised, I guess. Well, I have to go now, Notebook. Hopefully, this is really the beginning of something amazing.