Day 3 {Home} [Weekends]

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A/N: Hey guys! Hope your enjoying the story so far. I realised when you look at the bottom it say "To be continued... Not today" I'm like "dafuq" anyways. I'll let you read. Jk I'm not........ Ok I will bye

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Dear dairy,

I have a feeling that everyone is talking about me. It doesn't feel right. If only (DAMN IT IM USING IF ONLY TOO MUCH I NEED TO MAKE A SEQUEL OF THIS CALLED "if only" XD) I was back in California with my friends. The people who ACTUALLY care for me. I won't harm myself I promise. BUT, if  this gets too far, then I'm sorry.

Anyways, on Monday we have a test. I might study some more or go to bed. Then on Wendesday, I have to write a song!!!! It's gonna be so hard! But, I'll try my best. Dairy, just please keep in mind that your the only one I have. Since Mum and Dad died in the car crash.....

Oh right, I didn't tell you about it yet? Well, this guy was racing at high speed and crashed our car. I had an arm injury but, I was the only one who survived. It's spring, and the cherry blossoms are out. I remember when my parents and I used to race to that one tree..... But, a day later after the accident, it got burnt down.

Why can't I have a good life like Alex!? Ugh! ....sorry. I won't complain. Atleast I have a life. I won't complain...

"Not today."

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Vanilla walked to her class, keeping vision with all the other people and students looking at her. She hugged her books tight and looked down. A tear fell down her cheek as she knew that students were talking about her. How she doesn't have any parents, how she doesn't represent her name. Student even laughing! How vicious!

'Just keep walking.... Just ignore them... It can't happen right now. Not today!'

Vanilla's black hair rushed through the wind as she speed walked to her math class. Down the long hallway full of judgmental people. Her dark, brown eyes shining with tears welling up in her eyes. Her red and white collar (part of the uniform), flattered with the wind coming through the window and her speed combined.


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