"As I walk down the halls everybody seems to look at me." I walk to first period. As soon as the bell rings someone pushes my stuff off my desk. As everyone laughs, I rush to the bathroom. I take my blade out of my purse. One cut, two cut, three cut, four the blood started dripping to the floor. I pull down my sleeves and clean up the blood. I think to myself "why am I not good enough for this world." I wipe my tears and go back to class. I skipped second period, now its third period. I take out my diary. *writes in journal*, why does everyone hate me so much? I just want to die. I'm not good enough for this world? Can I just die yet please god? I don't belong in this cruel world. I write for the whole third period in my diary. The bell rings and I walk to fourth period. I know this period might be hell. As I sit down someone tells me to "go kill yourself" I run out of the classroom, and run out of the building. I finally reach home. I go to my room and start to cry. I go to sleep.
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Dear Diary
Short StoryThis story is about a young girl who writes in her diary everyday about her life.
