The Journal of Sara Snape (Not finished so check daily please)
written by Andromeda Malfoy
For those of you who have read my other book, The Tale of Sara Snape, this is Sara’s diary! Uh, I mean “journal”. She hates it when someone calls it her diary. Have fun reading from her perspective! (Don’t read if u don’t like love stories lol)
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
28
Reads
685
Chapter One
Chapter 2
If you’re still reading that means you don’t give a... care... about how much this story will break you down.
Yeah. You caught me. I wanted to say something bigger than care.
My story begins in 1984. The year I was four years old, and the year I got my first beating.
“WHO BROKE MY TYPEWRITER?” Vixen Oliver screamed.
Yep. That’s my mother.
“Sorry, Mommy. I wanted to write a story, like you do.” My young self whimpered. “DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’VE DONE?” She yelled. I shrugged. “THAT’S IT.” She went into my father’s closet, me wondering what she was getting.
A whip.
She smacked it against my skin. I screamed in terror as blood rushed down my face. “Vixen, enough!” My father ordered, but she shoved him out of the way. “This little brat needs to learn a lesson.” She growled.
That was the worst night of my life. Then came many more. Day after day, I grew more bruised and scarred, outside and in.
Yeah. You caught me. I wanted to say something bigger than care.
My story begins in 1984. The year I was four years old, and the year I got my first beating.
“WHO BROKE MY TYPEWRITER?” Vixen Oliver screamed.
Yep. That’s my mother.
“Sorry, Mommy. I wanted to write a story, like you do.” My young self whimpered. “DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’VE DONE?” She yelled. I shrugged. “THAT’S IT.” She went into my father’s closet, me wondering what she was getting.
A whip.
She smacked it against my skin. I screamed in terror as blood rushed down my face. “Vixen, enough!” My father ordered, but she shoved him out of the way. “This little brat needs to learn a lesson.” She growled.
That was the worst night of my life. Then came many more. Day after day, I grew more bruised and scarred, outside and in.
