Ender's Diary Entry #1 (total of 10 points)

Dear Diary,
I can't believe what is happening to me, and I'm not sure if the the events that are happening are good or bad. It all started out when I had to get my monitor removed and it hurt excruciatingly, even though the nurse named Deedee (what a silly name!) said it wouldn't. Because I got the monitor taken off, I was late for school but I didn't miss anything. Everything we do in class is so simple. Valentine (my sister) taught me all that arithmetic nonsense when I was 3. Anyway, I barely paid attention in class but after the school-day was over and I was walking down the hall, hoping for a nice relaxing evening at home after my monitor removal, something horribly wrong happened. A boy named Stilson and all of his friends ganged up on me and started making fun of me and teasing me by calling me a Third. I couldn't stand it so I started attacking Stilson and I gave him a bloody-nose, a black-eye and maybe even a couple broken bones. That's actually a pretty outrageous accomplishment for a 6 year old. Then, I told his friends to stay away from me. They did! When I got home, both Peter and Valentine were waiting for me. Val was waiting there to comfort me, but Peter was waiting to attack me, just like I attacked Stilson. Luckily, Valentine was there so she could help me defend myself from that awful monster Peter. True, both Peter and I hurt someone today, but I did it to defend myself and I felt horrible afterwards, but Peter hurts others for pleasure. As you may have noticed, I have 2 siblings and I am the third child, which is a disgrace. No wonder every-one makes fun of me. After dinner, a man came in to the house and talked to Mother and Father privately. Then, they called me in to join them. The man's name was Graff and he was part of the I.F. (International Fleet). He had come to invite me to Battle School, where I would train to become a soldier and later on, maybe even help fight the Buggers. Graff said that if I agreed to go I wouldn't be able to come back for at least 5 or 6 years. I agreed. There's no one here to miss except for Val but being away from her might be okay. That was my last conversation in my old house. After agreeing to go, Graff whisked me away to a special car and now I am in a shuttle on the way to Battle School in outer space. I must stop writing now because, OUCH! There is a boy behind me hitting me on the head with his fist.
Sincerely,
Ender
OUCH!