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Diary Entry Four

Dear diary, February 8, 2015

Stupid Monday's. Their the worst, especially when your teachers are the worst. Thank god I'll be done with it for good school. Not like I have a shot at collage or had schools sending applications to me like a lot of other kids do starting in sophomore year. Why would they want a chick who's on average gets a D. I don't need collage anyways. Soon I'll be done I mean everyone intends for me to get held back and the fastest l'll be out of their is in two years, but I won't and it won't matter. Then, because I can't have a good day, I had to go to dance. Why? Because my sister loves dance and my wants me to do something with my life. And Abby, the biggest looser who's guts l hate, had to crush me- and no l don't mean she sat on me. She has to throw in my face that l suck and how I was so good when I was younger and had real titles and blah blah blah. She's such a I can't even put it. But Abby's getting to everyone lately, especially some of my friends, and one day, even if they won't help, she'll get a price of my mind.

Who do you think killed Abby lee Miller?!

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