20XX, September XX; Home

Hello!

My name is Sean, Sean Fenris. I'm seven and I already started going to school again this year. I was homeschooled for a while when we just got to live in this town a year ago.

I think school is fun. I get to leave the house every weekdays and, sometimes even weekends when there were school events. And most of the people there don't bother me.

Though in there, there were the teachers whose work, I think, were to bother people. They ask about our day everyday like they were really concerned. They were especially bothersome to the smart kids, always asking them to answer their questions and to help them collect our papers. I don't want to list all the other things but I think these kids were fine with it.

Good thing they don't bother me. I think it's mostly because of my dad. He was what others call the 'Chief', the boss in the police department. But that's not how I see him. Anyway, I don't want to tell you what I think about my dad. It's going to be a long story and I still have to finish some homework, another bothersome thing invented by the teachers.

Oh, I forgot about the bullies. Once the teachers were gone or busy, they bother the other kids. Not me though. I guess it's what they call the 'perks' of having my dad as the 'Chief'.

But there were other kids that were more bothersome for me compared to the teachers and bullies. They were really persistent. Sharing my table during lunch. Trying to join me when I was going home. They were even giving me some of their snacks. But my dad saw these and told me not to receive the snacks. He told me that it was not as if he was starving me.

So that was school. It's the reason why I'm writing this. They required us students to write a daily diary and the teachers will choose one student to read in front of the class every school day. See, I told you, bothersome.

Of course this is not my school diary. My dad will be mad at me if he sees this. I have another one that he reads first before he sends me to school. I'm hiding this in my secret box to write about my real thoughts.

This also won't be about my daily activities since that will be too repetitive. I'll just write what I'm thinking or what I want to write when I can.

Anyway, I'm hiding this in my room where I think he won't see and writing before he got home. It's already 6pm so he'll be home soon. I have to start doing my real homework and write about my other stuff next time.