Dear Journal,
There that's better, diary is too feminine, and I am not at all feminine. I am the man of the house here and what I say goes. Mother might think she is in charge of me but I just humour her because I am her favourite. My two sisters do as I say too, and especially that dirty rat Jane. Jane is my "cousin" and we have to take care of her at our house even though no one likes her, we all despise her. The only people that tolerate her are the servants but even they are above her poor level. She has no place among us because she is dumb and poor and ugly. She really should behave better, she's always running off and reading books about dumb things like birds without MY permission. Whenever she misbehaves I make sure to put her back in her place.
Earlier though she had slipped away and Mother wanted to know where she had went, and I found her with one of my books hiding in the window seat. I reprimanded her and as punishment, threw the book at her head. Then she had the audacity to scream, "Wicked and cruel boy! You are like a murderer-you are like a slavedriver-you are like the Roman Emperors!" The nerve of her! I could not believe she dare say that to me! That puny little runt of a girl thinks she can call me a murderer and whatever the other things are! How dare she! "Won't I tell mama?" I had said, but first I would punish her for calling me these evil things. But when I rushed at her and grabbed her hair, she attacked me! Her hands were flying in all directions, I was being assaulted from all angles! I screamed "Rat, Rat" to try and get her to stop but the attack didn't end until the two maids came in and removed her from me.
I was hardly frightened though. Georgina and Eliza may say that I yelped in fright or whined in pain but I did not! What damage could a little girl do? None, that's right! And Mama punished her all right, locked her in the red room. She can stay there the rest of her pathetic life for all I care!
-John Reed
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