AmElIa'S dIaRy: JuStIcE? wHo BeLiEvEs In ThAt? Disclaimer
This is OOC, you'll find out why later.
I, Amelia Wil Tesla Saillune, age 8, 4 months and 12 days will now begin my diary.
"Justice will reign over all evil and vanquish it!" Daddy says. Now, really, let's get to the point: justice is for nerds and freaks. I told Daddy that, but of course he didn't listen. He kept on saying all these justice stuff that I just walked away. Who's gonna listen to him anyways? Certainly not Agna, she ran away...
-sigh-Daddy just won't give up after Mommy died, won't he? I wish Mommy was here, right here and right now, so Daddy won't ramble about all those 'justice is good' or 'We must be defenders of justice'. I don't believe in it...watching Mommy be killed is bad enough. Doesn't he get it? Mommy is dead. Justice won't accomplish anything. I. Hate. Justice.
Agna... She ran away because of justice. Father told her that she was going to marry this prince in a few weeks...in the name of justice. So that they could both rule and it would be very justicely. Justice my royal butt. Daddy probably drove her away with justice.
Why can't Daddy be like normal Daddies? Why does he have to be so...weird? Justice does nothing. It's only annoying. Daddy is annoying. Daddy. Is. Annoying. I can't believe that! I said Daddy's annoying! No regular princess would say that, but I'm no regular princess.
When I turn old enough to go off on my own, I'm gonna try to find Naga. For justice. For justice of Seilune. Daddy told me that. What a nut. Does he even love Agna? I don't want to do that for justice. I want to do that for love. I. Hate. Justice.
If I hate justice, do I hate Daddy? I hope not. If I hate justice, then who do I blame it on?
Do I love Daddy? Yes. Do I love justice? No.
Is love even real to a princess? I don't think so. I can only hope. Love is something to honor, cherish. Love only exists in fairy tales. So does that mean I love Daddy? He loves justice, but does he love me?
He says yes. I don't believe him.
Justice is the one that breaks us apart. Me and Daddy use to play and make daisy chains together. Now I don't even know if Daddy has a life. Is Daddy real? What happened to Daddy? It's the **** justice.
No swearing, even little ones in this diary. Daddy's just gonna read it. I know. So I'm gonna keep it to myself.
I rather be a pheasant than a princess. They don't have to memorize The Scriptures Of Justice, which by the way has 4 very thick books with itty bitty tiny words and I have to memorize them. The rules of justice. They don't have to be isolated in a castle. They don't have to make long speeches. They don't have to do anything. All they have to do is make a living.
Maybe that's why Naga ran away. To have a better life. Not fighting for justice like Daddy.
Justice. Justice. Justice. Should I even try to beleive in justice like Daddy? Nah. I'm better off not trying to be insane like him. He's too...justicey.
Justice. To hell with justice. Oh yeah, I'm already in hell. :-|
"Justice this, justice that," Daddy says. I don't listen to him. He always makes long speeches about justice. How odd. It makes me bored to listen to him talk about justice. I always fall asleep. That's why he makes those speeches to me at night. I rather do something useful.
I swear, when I grow up, I am NOT going to be like him. Justice is dead. It isn't in hell, where we are. There is no justice in hell and I hope Daddy finally gets it.
Daddy thinks I'm crazy. He's gonna send me to this phycologist. I think it's HIM who needs the phycologist whatever that is. I wish I was bigger so he wouldn't boss me around... Like a grown-up. I wish I didn't have a justice freak for a dad.
My dad loves justice. He loves it more than me. He loves everything more than me. Justice is cruel. Justice is insane.
Justice is my brother who is loved more than me.
Daddy use to be normal. He use to play with me. He use to love me.
But now it's all over. Daddy loves justice so much he probably forgot about me.
Am I jealous about justice? Justice is only something I don't know how to describe... It isn't something we eat, drink or use physically. So why am I jealous if I am?
Because Daddy is busy and can't play because of justice. Because justice takes Daddy away from me. Because justice made many, many people go to jail. For justice...
I miss Agna. I really called her Naga-chan. She didn't like it because it sounded like an angly animal's name. I always teased her with it.
Now I am so lonely... I have no one to talk to about what I am thinking about. I can't talk to the servant girls because they're always busy.
Who actually beleives in justice? No one I met has ever NOT stolen or NOT cheat on somebody. Daddy shouldn't have to keep on doing that. It won't do him any good.
Nobody that met my father was ever interested in his justice speech. It's sad but true. Nobody ever listens to him. I think that's why he is usually ignored.

Well, I end my diary for now. I will write one next year on my birthday, like last year.

___________________________________________________________________ In my next or 4th chapter, you will come to realize why Amelia is such a justice freak at her real age.