Niagara Falls With Me

New yet Old- ch.29

  I go through my "normal" routine.  Wake up,  shower,  clothes, breakfast, makeup,  hair,  lunch, snoop.  But, as I was snooping in my dresser, I saw something I haven't thought of in years. My journal. I take the journal out of the middle-left drawer. I open the cover, it has my name in it with my third grade handwriting. I wrote so big and dotted the i with a heart. Looking at it makes me smile, it seems like forever since I last did that. I read further into the book. Everything is exactly the way I remembered it. This is amazing. I read about my crush in third grade and how much I loved my teacher: Mrs. Shah-hit. How I hated talking in front of the class, my best friend Lyla, and my worst enemy Sarah. Then in fourth grade how Evie first came to our school. How we became friends and what all we did. I learned that if you pretended you weren't there, no one would notice you. You wouldn't get in trouble, you wouldn't get bullied as often. And best of all, you can do anything you want in class and no one notices.
I read and I read and I read. I don't even pay attention to the time. I move around my room, to my bed, then to my chair, on the floor again, then back to the bed. I finally look up at the time and it is 9:01 pm. Dinner is by the door, I shove it in m mouth. I didn't even realize how hungry I was until I started eating. Today I got the spicy chicken burger, a large fry, and some lemonade. I guess he knew I was getting tired of the same old thing.
I do brush my teeth and get in bed and read the last two pages I wrote.
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The next day I do my same routine. Instead of snooping around, I decide to write in my journal. I write about seventeen pages of what has already happened to me. Then I write about what happened today.  I am gonna keep this,  once I get free,  I am bringing John down.
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  I look in the mirror after my shower,  my hair has grown out to my shoulders.  It is brown,  not black.  I don't quite know if I like that,  it looks okay.  I mean it is my natural hair. But maybe I'll keep it like this for a while.  Although,  right now hair is the least of my problems.
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  I write more about what all has happened,  in case I die people know what happened to me.  Or even if I get free.  They need to know what he did to me.  I don't care who finds me,  who arrests him and sends him to a prison cell.  I want John to pay for what he's done,  by the law and by me.