dear diary,
i thought today was going to be better, i guess im not really meant to have friends. Today at school i didnt see my 'neighbour' anywhere. I knew he didnt want to be my friend. As i sat on my bed that is no longer warm and comfy but now hard and cold, my eyes wondered over to something shiny on my dressing table. I've always believed that my problems shouldn't lead to this, but i honestly feel like, its my only choice. I walked over and picked up the small, sharp object.I was just about to make skin contact when, my bedroom door opened. tears streaming down my face, i looked up at, that boy from next door. my mum must of let him in. shock flashed over his facial features. He ran over to me and took the blade away from me. He wrapped his arms around me as i cried into his chest. He wispered things to me like, ''you'll be okay'' and ''ill be here for you''. All i could do was, lightly smile but from that moment i knew that i had at least one person on my side...
Lucy Jane.
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dear diary
Teen Fictiondear diary, This year hasnt started out too well... ----------------------------------- lucy jane, a 15 year old school student and victim of bullying, lives a life of misery... her only comfort being... her diary.
