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Molly (landosmiles4) wrote,
@ 2004-04-18 01:34:00
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    the neighbors
    i before e, except after c, and in words that say 'eh' like neighbor and weigh...that always stuck in myy head, and was the first thing i thought about when i typed that subject. How helpful second grade spelling lessons are. The second thing i thought about is what prompted me to write an entry like this in the first place.
    I think my neighbor is beating his kid.
    Earlier this night, i and my father were watching tv when we heard yelling coming from the next door driveway. A man's voice yelled 'Gabriel!' as if he were summonind the person of that name, and there was more yelling that was somewhat less distinct. I got up to look throught he slats in the blinds and see what was going on. There was a man in a plaid shirt who looked like one of those beer drinker couch potato types who wear undershirts and are usually cast as the abusive father in movies. He looked right at me. I scampered away to the couch, and saw my dad's face- half cocked and listening, like some sort of mammoth, bearded bird. I couldn't help but burst out in nervous gigglings, but my laughter subsided as i heard him say quite distinctly 'The neighbors heard, but i don't give a SHIT!', the last word punctuated by a fist slamming into something, whether it was person or car, i couldn't tell, but it made a loud thud. Then I heard a littlee boy talking, then the man answering, then more yells and the boy again, crying. I though perhaps it was the boy I had seen with his friends around the block, laughing and playing, with happiness and laughter in his soul. Now he was crying, and you cannot understand how much violence there was behind that yell and force behind that thud. My day was pretty much a happy one, punctuated by sleep, laughter, and the end of the dance shows for the year. This is what stuck in my mind, however, iand this is what goes in my journal.


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