Be Nice To Me

Very Pretty

Dear diary,
today was nice.
I liked today.
In class today, a mean bully tried taking my flower crown. I think his name was Zayn. He tried taking my flowers.

But a boy stopped him.

The boy was very...pretty. He had bright blue eyes. Very pretty eyes. Pretty eyes framed by long eyelashes. I couldn't look away.
He was so pretty. I didn't learn his name. It was probably very pretty though.

When Zayn tried taking my flowers, the very pretty boy pushed his hand away. He didn't speak though.
Only frowned. I wish he had smiled instead. He would have looked even prettier. If that's possible. I don't think it is.

Maybe I'll see him again tomorrow. I hope I do. I like this boy. He's very nice.

I told mother about the very pretty boy. She laughed. It wasn't her nice laugh. It wasn't soft or happy. It was rough, low and smelt like alcohol. Then she hit me. Again. But today I wore two shirts today. I knew she would hit me. Sometimes I wear two shirts, then when people hit me, it won't hurt as much. It's extra protection. It gets very hot. And sweaty. But I don't bruise as much.

Tomorrow I will wear three shirts.

-Harold x