Journal Entry # 13 ??? am/pm (Future telling the story)
Weeks have passed. I can't believe it's only been less than a month we could-..
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Journal Entry # 14 Friday 2018
It was the last day of November. I was walking down the hallway, when I got a text on Amino from Friday. I frowned at it, and panic began to rise inside me. No.. please no, not again.. I raced through the hall to the under the stairs hall.
She was picking up her bag. "Hey.." She said. "I lost the spark we had.. I'm sorry Low-low." She said. She wasn't kidding.. I frowned as she stepped closer to me. "You don't deserve to call me that, we're not friends." I said, pushing past her up the stairs. I swallowed my pride as tears formed in my eyes. I bit my lip throughout first period. I can't believe I let her kiss me.. I looked at the ground below my desk. I guess that's how Dallas felt.. I refused to cry, mostly because I physically couldn't.
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I decided to update my diary in second period, tearing up the whole time. A hard wood broom stick hit the back of my head while I was writing. I almost cried a second round.
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Teen FictionDiary entries, emails, texts, all that's left of a life Willow Oakland vaguely remembers, isn't how things are now. Not everything is as it seems, when you're driven to your breaking point- and beyond... Copyright © 2018 by Sainkra Predreka/ Solar...
