Dear diary,
Today I was on the court again the whole day. I wanted to skip practice today but I couldn't. The boy from yesterday came to me. I mumbled that he had to go. I thought he just felt pity for me like everyone else. He didn't want to go and that he wanted to help me. But how could he help me? I turned around and looked him in the eye. I said: "You can't because you don't know how I feel, what I am going through and who I am." He nodded and replied that he had to get to know me then. That he was going home with me tonight. I nodded before I even realized. Before I remembered that he couldn't because I may not take guys with me to home. But it was too late to say no. So after practice he came with me. I looked through the window and saw that my dad was waiting for me in the hallway. When I said we couldn't go in he answered that I didn't need to be such a douche and just go inside. I sighted and went for it, with him. Basically I just went for my dad face forward. I opened the door and automatically my father made fists ready to punch me. The rest I will write tomorrow. Bye lovely diary.
Your Alice.
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Dear Diary
NouvellesHeey guys, Here is a new story! I warn the people who are a bit sensitive but you can read it if you want. It is not so super bad. This can be deep sometimes. Now you know that enjoy the story. Greetings, Zaila1
