Dear Diary today was absolutely terrible. First our owners were treating us like crap, more than usual. Also I went out and hunted down and killed a wild hog. I brought it back to my house for us to cook. But I guess the smell got to the Owners and they came and took the whole hog. We are absolutely starving. I can’t believe the Owners treat us like this. I hate Egypt and I hate King Tut. He’s only like 13 I think. He’s younger than me. He’s a little brat. Mom and Dad say he gets everything he wants just because of the family he was born too. He wouldn’t last a day here; he couldn’t do what I’m doing. He is too busy eating cake on Capitol Hill to be doing what I do. Really I wouldn’t care if he died next year at 14. But also I hate that the Owners beat us if we are too weak to carry those dang blocks. We have like hundreds of those ugly pyramids. I was only beaten once. They took me and tied my hands to a tree. They got huge branches and hit me at least 27 times. I quit counting after that. Once I fell down, they untied me from the tree. They dragged me back home. My back was pouring blood as they threw me against my house. When my mom came out screaming about my treatment, they took her and raped her. I heard her telling dad that it was like 20 guys raping her once at a time. I honestly wish they would have killed me when they beat me, because it would be better than living like this. Today our closest friend Carza was taken into the beating fields. He never came back. I use to always ask “why don’t they ever come back?” My mom always told me not to ask. Now I didn’t need to ask. They would die from their injuries. Again another reason I hate those stupid owners. They are the animals. We are all human too. If we revolt then it would just kill all of us. We have no weapons, and no skilled people to make them. I have heard my mom talking to dad telling dad that she wanted to escape. I hear dad yell that she’s a stupid women and that if we did that, we were asking to die. Again, I really wouldn’t care if they killed us. We finished a pyramid today. We shouldn’t have to build one for 3 weeks. Thank the gods I won’t be alive for that. I can’t take more beatings, of me, dad, or mom. It’s just too bad that I won’t be able to see King Tut’s death. I also won’t see what happens to the owners. Why can’t they be the ones who are going to go to a field with a rope and hang themselves, like I’m doing? I know I’m just now getting on this, but after I get done writing this I’m going to commit suicide. I’m going to hang myself. I will be in paradise. No more owners, no more beatings, no more losing close friends. I was never meant to be born anyway; I’m a rape baby, so my parents won’t miss me. I don’t have any friends, so there’s no hurting anybody there. I don’t see any reason to keep on living, and just keep bringing on sadness. The owners are going to be happy when they find me. I can see the smug look as they laugh at my corpse hanging there. But there will be fewer mouths to feed for my family, so my parents can eat more. Also the owners will lose a helping hand. They’re going to miss me when I’m gone.