Dear Diary:
Oh God, I’m going to be sick. I’m sure I’m gonna throw up!
I hate that school; I hate my parents for making us move. They don’t care about me. Making me go to that snotty school. I don’t fit in. I’m not pretty.
Oh God, I can’t go back, they can’t make me! I can’t bear to see that boy again. I’ll run away!
What if his locker is near mine? I’ll die. He was right, I AM ugly. And they all laughed and snickered when I walked by and he said “Hey YOU- You’re SO BUSTED”.
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