Dear Diary
Today was a busy day. I made a new friend. He lives down the road and he is called Michael Johnston, he says everyone calls him Mickey. He calls me Eddie. Surprisingly I found out that we were born on the same day.
Mickey says some smashing things such as p***ed off and f**k off. I tried to look them up in the dictionary but I could not find them so they could be spelt wrong. I really wanted to know what they meant so I could tell Mickey because he did not know either.
Mickey asked me to be his blood brother, he said that it would hurt, it most certainly did! He cut his hand with his penknife and then he cut mine in the same way, we clasped hands and said out loud, “I will always defend my brother.” Later on I met his mother who told me to never go near his house again or the “bogey man” would get me. I looked up the word in the dictionary but couldn’t find it; I asked my Mummy what it meant? She said it was supposed to be something bad but that there was no such thing anyway I still can’t spell it. Later Mickey came to my house to see if I could go out and play, but my Mum said to Mickey that it was my bedtime – it was not! When Mickey had gone she asked me his name and where he lived, she told me never to talk to him again.
