Dear diary,
Today is the most boring day since I got chickenpox. Well Mum did stay home till afternoon, but then she had classes and couldn't miss. Dad went to London at 4am in the morning. So he is no use either. There are only me and my granny at home. I did nothing but watched telly since Mum left. My eyes watered the minute I turned the telly off because my eyes were really sore after watching all these TV programs.
I start to miss school, yet half of me want to go and half of me don't. I miss school very very badly, I miss the time when Heather and I were together, I miss the time when I ate yucky apple pie and messed about with it, and I even miss the time when I've been told off. I haven't done any school work since last Wednesday. Oh, how I wish to have chickenpox earlier. It's not fair that Eric got chickenpox when he was a baby and could feel nothing at all. It's not fair that my brother only had few of dots on his face, and it's not fair that I got a lot on me and it's itchy everywhere.
I don't like getting ANY sort of illness because you can't go to school for several days which I DON'T LIKE IT.(19/11/02)
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