Entry Nineteen

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Dear Journal,

Wow, it’s been such a long time since we talked. I don’t even know what to say. Well, for starters, I’m in the seventh grade. So yeah, we’re in the big leagues now. Has anything in my life gotten better? No, but I’m learning to live with the pain. I don’t spend a lot of time with Soul anymore. Just when things get REALLY REALLY bad.

I picked up a new hobby. Every day after school, I ride my bike, for hours. Until the streetlights come on. It’s very relaxing and I don’t have to deal with my asshole cousins all the time. Aunt Ronnie, she’s a mess. Always drinking now and she looks horrible. My cousins say it’s my fault, that me and mom did that to her. Then they beat me up, that’s when I have to speak with Soul. I hate that I still depend on Soul to take my pain away but that’s all I have.

I’m still friendless, but I don’t get bullied anymore, well not as much. Kids just think I’m weird and really don’t bother me. The worst is when we have partner projects and I always have to work alone. I can see the pity in the teachers faces. It’s horrible.

I’m taking it day by day and hoping things get better.

Your Best Friend,

Valerie

P.S. Today, I feel okay.

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