Chapter 4: Kelly

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Dear diary,

School today was awful! We had Spanish, which I hate and Stacy (more like Karen) started picking on me! That bitch! I just remember her talking to me like normal asking me if I was OK and all, which was unusual, because she usually completely ignores me, but today she was acting kind of nice, but it was just a facade! I don't know if that's the right word or spelling... but either way, she asked me how my dad was... I told her that my dad was dead, she knew that, AND THAT BITCH REPLIED "I know, just reminding you, haha, must've been a complete idiot!" and I just saw red. Before I even knew what I was doing I shoved her onto the floor, got on top of her and started punching her in the face as fast and as hard as I could screaming something along the lines of "HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY FATHER, HE WAS AN AMAZING MAN WHO DONATED HIS HEART TO HIS BROTHER, AND HE DIDN'T EVEN APPRECIATE IT! HE WAS AMAZING YOU BASTARD! BASTARD! BASTARD!".

Eventually, I was ripped off of her by a teacher, who later reprimaned repinated (whatever that word is)me. She was yelling at me so much and I was just crying my eyes out, feeling like the smallest thing in the world. I told her what Stacy (the bitch) said about my dad, but the teacher didn't give a crap. She told me to be thick skinned and that I 'overreacted', and that there was zero tolerance. This is what I hate about zero tolerance! You can do nothing wrong, and be targeted, and no matter what you do, you will be a victim forever. You either get bullied or punished, and the bullies themselves never get punished! Teachers are so stupid! I got three behaviour points and lunchtime detention, and Karen got nothing! I'm so pissed! I told Julie though, and for once in her useless life, she was a good sister. She comforted me and hunted down Karen with her girlfriends to yell at her. Finally! Someone that gets it!

That's all that is really worth mentioning, this evening was normal, although I did hear weird noises coming from the walls... I told my mother but she told me it was probably the sound of pipes and things like that. It sounded like moaning to me... but mother insists it's no big deal.

Goodnight.

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