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Dear Diary,
Tomorrow it's back to the old drawing board. Another 10 worthless months of school. I wish I could just stop being shy and show the world the real Arianna. But NO. I just HAVE to be shy. And to make it worse, Erianna is still going there. I swear, why did I have to be curse with an identical sounding name to her of all people. I mean, she so deceitful! She done tricked my crush Antione into going out with her thinking she was a nerd. He thinks he's in love, and.... UGH! Let me stop writing before I end up getting in my mode.
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I put down my diary and laid back on the couch, A.K.A my bed. I live in a one bedroom house with my crazy ass mother. My father might have loved me once, but he was sick of my mother. He walked out, and he didn't have the court rights to take me with him. He left me this gun on my "bed" with a note saying:
Dear Ari, I know this is hard for you, but I'm leaving this rehab house. I love you, I truly do, but the court ruled in favor of your mother, why, I have not a clue. I want you to have this gun for multiple reasons.1) In case your mother just gets out of hand.... 2) Since I'm not there, you'll need something to protect yourself from those crazy niggas in the street. and 3) To protect yourself from anyone in general. Remember, I'm always there for you, and I will come back. And before you stress yourself about where I am and all, I'm on a long term vacation in N.Y, all the way across the country, hopefully to get a job, and maybe a lawyer to come back to C.A and fight for my rights for you. Please, stay safe from your mother, she is the biggest thing threatening your safety. If you're crying right now, please stop. I will see you soon. I love you.
Love, Dad.
Well, I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Arianna Hazel Norway-Foster. I drop off the Norway though because 1) I hate it and 2) Its my mom's last name. I live in the deadly Compton, C.A. Let me tell you, that is NOT where a shy girl wants to be. Niggas be in the streets taking advantage of my shyness, grabbing all on my ass and shit. I'm surviving though.
The only thing that keeps me alive is running track. I been doing it my whole life when my dad got me into it in kindergarten. I've been doing it since. My goal is to get into the olympics, and wherever he is, he can see me, know I'm still alive, and know track is still my passion.
This year I'm starting my senior year of high school, which means soon, I'll be out of the rehab house too, nearby though, just waiting for my dad. Sigh.... Now, let me tell you about this bitch Erianna. She erks my fucking nerves. I've known her since fucking pre-k in Concord Elementary. Back then, I still didn't like her because we kept arguing that we stole each others names.
When we started 7th grade, we had a new boy, Antione. I crushed on him the moment I saw him, but she could probably tell, which started her nerd shit. The first outfit was a plaid skirt and a polo shirt and a sweater. First I thought it was just a fad, but she actually got her grades up. By then, it was just SCREAMING "Not today, Foster."
Anyway, they got together and then she started hoeing. She lost her virginity to this nigga named Robert. Then I was just flabbergasted. I gave up. I started being shy. I didn't wanna talk to anybody but my cousin, who goes to my school, and my diary. Which leads to today. She's still keeping up the nerd thing and its working great.
