Dear Diary, My mother’s friend Diane tried to kill me yesterday. She was over visiting with my mom, and when my mom went to the bathroom she pulled a knife out of her purse and started chasing me like crazy. I ran into my room and slammed the door—fortunately it has a lock. Diane went back downstairs, and then eventually she left. Should I tell my mom what happened? I know you’re just a diary and can’t write back…
Dear Jessica, This is your diary speaking. You need to tell your mom what happened—it’s really weird, not to mention scary. You could have died.
Dear Diary, Wow, I can’t believe you wrote back. Anyway, you’re right, I should probably tell my mom. I’ll have to wait until tomorrow, though, because Diane’s over again tonight, and at dinner she kept staring at me and pointing at her purse.
Dear Jessica, You have to tell your mom right now.
Dear Diary, OK, I’ll go tell her. Ugh, someone’s banging on my door really, really hard. I think it’s going to break! Hold on…
