Dear Diary

 Dear Diary,
     Yesterday was the worst day of my life I saw my mom and a guy sitting in a station wagon. It was 82 degrees at the Amber mall, me and my friend Terry were out biking. The guy that was sitting beside my mom, had short blond hair, he was wearing a white pullover tennis shirt. The Secret. Yes, that was what caused the divorce and my father didn't even know about it.
     My mom and I were driving to Hampton, to the airport so I could go visit my dad in the Canadian wilderness. When we were close to Hampton my mom reached over the seat and handed me a paper sack. When I opened it, inside I found a hatchet. The hatchet had a steel handle with a rubber hand grip. The head was in a stout leather case that had a bras-riveted belt loop. My mom said I could use it in the Canadian wilderness while visiting my dad. I thought it looked hokey but I didn't want to upset my mom so I told her I liked it.
     I was going to visit my dad. I was in the airplane, the pilot didn't talk much, in the plane I kept on thinking about "the secret". After, the pilot asked if I wanted to fly the plane and he told me it was easy. So I did. After that it went back to normal me sitting looking outside the window and the pilot not talking. And then it happen the pilot kept on having pains in his chest the next thing I know he was gone. I thought he fainted but it was a heart attack.
    
                    Hope to write to you soon, Brian R.