Dear Diary,
I covered up my bruises as best as I could. I wore a scarf when it was 80 degrees outside. I wore a woolen long sleeved sweater.
The popular boy still saw me. He has his friends tie me to a chair in an empty classroom while he fed me peanuts. I'm allergic to them.
When my face started to get swollen and red, he took a picture of me and ran off with his friends. I was alone. Somehow I untied myself and went home.
When my father saw me, he laughed. He called me an ugly blow fish. It took a while until the allergy went away, and I was able to fall asleep.
Sincerely, broken girl.
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Sincerely, Broken Girl
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