Monday, May 1st, Girls’ Bathroom, 11:48 am
I already got my lunch. I’m just sitting in a bathroom stall because I’m sick of people right now. I just wanted to get away from violators and slappers. I’m so freaked out.
Not even Nikki or Sophia could calm me down right now.
Omigosh, a girl just ran in and she’s crying! I’m going to put my feet up so she doesn’t see me in the stall.
“Why does it have to happen to me?!” the girl wails, “How dare he? I thought he was different! What is wrong with boys!?”
This was hurting my ears. God, I can never relax.
I don’t care if I look like I’m eavesdropping; I’m so out of here. I’m tired of this.
I’ll write when I get home.
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Diary of Charlotte Smith (on hold until it gets readers)
JugendliteraturCharlotte Smith is a regular teenage girl...to the untrained eye. The thing is, she can't keep her mouth shut. When she was younger, she got into a lot of trouble because of that. Now, she tries to use a diary to keep in her unneccesary thoughts, bu...
