Dear Diary: It's A Secret

Dear Diary: Chapter 1

(Please feel free to point out my mistakes. It would really help me. Thank you.)

February 8th, 2015

Dear Diary:

I don't have anyone to express my feelings to. I don't have anyone who would lend me their shoulder to cry on. I don't have anyone who would give me their hand when I fall. Today, I'm alone.

No one understands how I feel, no one knows what I go through. Perhaps, it's because I myself don't know what I feel or want to feel.

I have stopped feeling the useless emotions- which only hurt you in the end- years ago.

I'm Serena Kramer, the unlucky seventeen year old, who everyone one by one left.

My bullies even left me. They have stopped bothering me, because nothing they did hurt. I have stopped feeling anything altogether.

I've nothing to lose if I don't feel.

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*Flashback To When Serena Got Bullied*

"Awe is Serena crying to her notebook, about how her life sucks?" Anaya mocked, leaning over my shoulder to get a peak at my diary.

I quickly closed my diary, shoving it in between my other books, to stop Anaya from seeing anything.

Anaya was a shorty standing at 5'1. She had curly black hair which beautiful flowed down her back, and huge chocolate brown eyes, which held no sympathy for anyone since that one incident.

"I so badly want to see Serena cry," Tyler, Anaya's boyfriend piped in. "Someone get me a camera, when she cries it needs to be recorded."

I bit my bottom lip, curling my fingers into a fist, as I stared down at my empty French notebook. In an attempt to shut out the laughter of all the people in my class, I thought of all the things I had yet to do today.

It's okay, I could get through this. Only two more minutes of class left, and then I would be free from them all; from him.

I dared to glance at Tyler Denver, the start of my torture. He was the boy with the strange intimidating violet like blue eyes, and shaggy brown hair, which slightly curled at the end of his ears, along with hollow cheeks.

There was once a time when I would've gotten lost in his unique eyes, yet now I despised them. I wanted nothing more, but to rip them out.

Anaya and Tyler were a perfect match for each other. Both mean, and heartless, caring about no one but themselves.

His eyes met my own grey ones, causing his lips to form into a smirk. I looked away as quickly as I could, feeling anger rise inside of me.

"I feel so bad for your parents," Tyler remarked, shaking his head in fake pity. "They have to take care of someone who ways 200 pounds. How much do you eat in a day? I bet you eat all the food, and so there's never anything left for your parents."