Fleeing-don't worry, nothing too drastic.

Dear Diary (( 5:15 PM. Mom's not home yet, stranglely enough. ))

Since Mom isn't home yet, I've fled to the backyard where, surprisingly, internet still works.

I'm scared. I'm scared that as much as I fight and argue, my parents won't budge.

Still on guard and ready to give you the 411,

-That Girl.