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It was Thursday.

Daisy walked to her fifth class, physics again, as the clock read 12:30. She was 10 minutes earlier because the geography teacher let the students go before the bells even ring. She saw Sean sitting on his now usual seat.

Didn't even bother to talk to him, Daisy walked to her now usual chair. She sat down and put her bag on her lap, taking out her little notebook and a pen. She began to write how she felt, how her day was going, and so on because her day was shitty as hell and she needed to calm herself down.

"What are you doing, Johnson?" Sean shouted from across the room.

"None of your business, Lew." She answered and put the journal in the drawer under her desk, protecting it.

"Is that a diary?" Sean questioned her.

"It's not." Daisy said quietly.

Thank God the teacher walked in. Sean raised his hands in surrender and opened his physics textbook.

It was actually a journal, where she writes everything. She didn't like to call it a diary. She wrote every single thing there and even the secrets she had.

...

The bells rang, cued them that they should go to their sixth class. Daisy was the first one who went out from the class. Sean thought that Daisy has probably forgotten her little notebook. He went to check up on it and yes, the book was still in the drawer. Sean decided to keep it for a while, he was still thinking what should he do with it.

As he arrived at his house, he opened the book. He flipped over the first page and saw 'daisy kathleen johnson' written on the first page in cursive letters, and a poem was written on the next page.

"silly little girl

don't fool yourself

they've seen your scars

just don't want to help


little do they know

how much could change

with three little words

"are you okay?""


He didn't feel comfortable to read it but he was so curious about it. As his curiousity grew stronger, he flipped the book to the last page and turned out that it was filled by how he felt towards a boy. And he immediately knew that it was about him. But the last page was ripped.



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oooo mysterious

btw credits to anyone who made the poem i found it in pinterest and there's no name of the author :(

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