To the oldest Lara who will read this diary.

March 24, 2006

03h45 pm

"This plane, sucks, sucks, sucks. This plane is ridiculous. This song can prove it. It's a plane for idiots that smell bad.

... The clouds, sucks, sucks, sucks.

... To my right, Linsey's got a big butt.

... Sucks, sucks, sucks, this plane smells like gasoline.

... To my left, the stewardess is really ugly.

... Sucks, sucks, sucks, the pilot's voice sounds like a pierced pipe. This song can prove it, inside this plane smells bad too. Sucks..."

"Lara, that's enough now. Stop your stupid song immediately and apologize to Linsey."

Idiot, you're going to regret yelling at me. I get up and run to the toilet.

"Never, I don't want to. Mommy's gonna scold you when I call her and tell her I arrived all right, you will see, child abductor."

But before that, fufu. Let's see, a toilet bowl, toilet paper, if I stick all this paper in the toilet like this...

Oh, I have to pee first or I'll be able to trap myself.

(ploc, ploc, ploc)

Good thing I didn't use the paper before or not only would I have trapped myself, but I wouldn't even have been able to wipe myself.

There, now revenge.

I return to my seat quietly, without letting anything show. Well yes, otherwise the trap will be discovered. Now let's wait for someone to have an urge and it will be fun to see the idiot's reaction.

04h15pm

"Mr. Prescott, I'm really sorry. I went to the toilet and when I flushed it all overflowed. According to my initial investigations, it would seem that someone had stuck whole rolls at the bottom of the toilet bowl."

Fufu, one of the men in black got caught.

The idiot stands up while I laugh softly.

"Slap"

"What did I just do? Excuse me, doll. I got angry and, and, and, I couldn't control my anger. I'm really sorry, angel."

Did I get slapped?

Me, I get slapped?

Why did I get slapped?

He has no right.

"Wuwuwu, go away! Leave me alone! I hate you! I'll tell Mommy you beat me. You're mean, mean. Leave me alone, mean. Come, Mister who stinks, let's write down what inhuman treatment the idiot has inflicted on us."

Where's my bag? Ha, here. I'm going to write everything down so I won't forget this incident.

(Dear diary. Today is March 24, 2006. It is very exactly 03:50pm, I am still 6 years old and the idiot has just put me lots of punches in my pretty face while me, I hadn't done anything. I would like to add that Mister who stinks will be able to confirm my words because, he hasn't left me all day. My face, so cute, now looks like that of a toad full of acne...

... I will complain to my lovely Mommy who is absent and that's why he takes advantage of this to martyr me. I specify that I'm not at home but in a small plane completely rotten. Yes, after only having authorized me to take 3 panties, the idiot kidnapped me. Poor Mommy who will be all alone and left to herself. I hope that everything will go well for her, because my lovely Mommy is very fragile. I hate him even more for that than for beating me. This concludes my misfortunes of the moment. To the oldest Lara who will read this diary. Avenge me Lara. You will be stronger, so avenge the helpless little Lara who receives violent blows every day).

Humph, you'll see idiot, oldest Lara will not give you any gifts.

In the sky it's the same everywhere.

Here and elsewhere, there are not even any birds to look at.

Linsey told me that we were too high and that even if we were flying lower, we are flying too fast to see them.

I'm sure she's playing The Madame clever because I'm young but, she doesn't know that I have a few memories left... But not those, fufufu, what a jinx.

Having fun in 2006 is really very difficult.

At that time, of course, there are portable consoles but the games are so ugly that I prefer to do without them.

I'm not even talking about the internet and its high speed that takes 40 seconds to load a simple web page.

Ahhh, long live progress and when I see my father's cell phone that looks like a laptop, I tell myself that it will be a long time before I can enjoy my favorite applications.

Oh, my eyes are closing.

Might as well sleep, I'm bored anyway.

"Young miss, wake up, we're about to land. You must fasten your seat belt, young miss."

?Oh, is that Linsey? And I thought I was home, what a disappointment.

"Understood Lady big buttocks. Say, are you the idiot's mistress?"

"Young Miss what are you saying? Of course not, I wouldn't allow myself to have views on mister."

What a hypocrite. Let's not speak too loudly, but this girl can be useful. If she can keep the idiot away from Mother, we'll both be happy.

"So if you don't have any bad thoughts, when you look at him, be a little more discreet. You should also fasten your seat belt, but before you do that, help me fasten Mister who stinks."

When we go out of the plane, there are full of people in skirt and in suit in front of us and all are ready to clean the shoes of the idiot.

I do not know which job he does but, he has many supporters. Perhaps he is a pastor or something of the kind and these people ask for a blessing?

No, pastors don't hit children.

"Hello little miss, you are really beautiful. My name is Sandy, I work for your daddy and you, what's your name."

Pretty?

blonde?

I don't like her.

Only Mommy and I have the right to be pretty and blonde.

"Hello, I'm Lara Eve. You know, Sandy, Daddy's already talked about you with some of his male friends. He said, (Sandy is very beautiful, she deserves to end up under my desk.) I didn't quite understand what he meant, but Daddy was right, you are very pretty."