Dear Diary,
The bad boy, Jake I think his name was, pulled me into an empty classroom. I was so scared he will hurt me that I almost had an anxiety attack. But he didn't. He asked me how I got the scratches on my hand and I told him it was just a wild cat. Again,he did not stop me when I ran out. I don't think he believed my lie,though. I don't like talking to people, especially when it's about me.
Why must I be like this?
Yours,
the broken girl
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