Dear Diary,
Sirens. police sirens. Or ambulance sirens. I don't know which. I hear them. They are getting closer. But I don't understand, I didn't call 911 last night... I hope they don't take me away, I don't want to have to live with more foster parents...but I guess that would be better than living with my foster dad. I am still very shaken up by last night, this is very scary. There is a dead person in my house, that is scary enough but when it is your foster mom, it's worse. Oh no. The sirens stopped I think they are here! I hear somebody yell POLICE, OPEN UP! I better stop writing... But I don't want to open the door... I gotta go now...
-Kenna <3
Author's Note
Sorry I haven't updated in a while, and sorry for the cliffhanger *again* Also, creds go to @streamsofdreams for the amazing cover!! Go check her account out and read her story "Not My Fault" and vote on it!!!
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Kenna's Diary
Novela JuvenilThis is a story about a girl named Kenna who has a pretty hard life, so she keeps a diary over the years. Also shoutout to @streamsofdreams for the amazing cover!! She makes the best covers and you guys should go check her account out!!! <3
