The Hoodie Girl One-Shot

THG One-Shot

This is my one-shot entry for yuenwrites ' awesome book, The Hoodie Girl. This is Wren writing in a diary.

Dear Diary,
Today was interesting. I almost fell leaving class, but thankfully, I caught myself before I looked like an idiot. I sprinted out of that class so fast.
At lunch, I told Mia, my best friend of all time, about it, and she laughed at me for 15 minutes straight. I love her so much. I don't think I'd be able to live without her.
That's all for now. Until tomorrow,
Wren Martin

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Dear Diary,
Today was normal up until lunch. I walked into the lunchroom to see Asher Zack, and Brody, the school's main popular guys walk up to her. They asked her a question, and she quickly nodded, stood up, and walked with them to the popular table.
I stood there with my mouth wide open. They asked her to sit with them. She agreed without hesitation, without even thinking about me. She didn't even notice me. I walked away from the lunchroom and headed toward the library. I lost my appetite. Wish me a better day tomorrow.
Wren Martin

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Dear Diary,
It got worse. Mia didn't even look at me, she was too focused on Zack. She never came to me at lunch. She never stopped and talked when we passed each other in the hall. I felt like crying all day. She better come back to me or I won't be able to continue.
Wren Martin

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Dear Diary,
I could feel Asher Reed staring at me throughout Literature. I didn't care. I just sank into my desk and hid in my maroon hoodie while Mrs. H continued to read Romeo and Juliet. It's my favorite book, but I just can't get into it today.
Mia won't text back or answer calls. She wasn't home when I went to her house. It's like she's completely forgotten about me. I doubt she'd even notice if I died now. I wish I would die.
W. M.

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Dear Diary,
Faye Archer, the "Queen Bee", started bullying me again. I don't care. Gives me a more of a reason to hate myself, to make myself believe I don't deserve friends.
I took a knife from the kitchen when I got home from school and I've just been making little marks and lines across my wrist. The last three are still bleeding. The others have stopped. It doesn't hurt like I thought it would. It just stings for bit. Hopefully Mom doesn't notice the missing knife.
W. M.

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Dear Diary,
     After disappearing without a trace, Chase returned. He's done nothing but terrorize me even more since he came back. He's been trying to get back with me. He stopped me in the hallway and pushed me against the wall and talked to me, making me late for class. He tried to kiss me, which would've made me even more late, but I ran off. I can't deal with relationships right now.
Faye Archer has gone from verbal abuse to physical abuse because no one cares enough about me to stop it. I can't live like this much longer, knowing Mia, my best friend, now wants nothing to do with me. She's out having fun with her new friends while I'm locked up in my room tracing lines on my arm, watching it slowly turn red. You, my mother, and my hoodie are all I have left. Would Mia even notice if I died?
W. M.

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Dear Diary,
     I approached Mia in the hallway at school. She was with her new boyfriend, Zack, and the other guys. Asher stared at me as I walked up, but looked away when I glared at him. I remember Mia telling me I had one of the scariest glares. When she finally looked me in the eyes, she looked like she didn't even recognize me. I was so hurt, I couldn't even talk. I just ran past her, slamming my shoulder against hers as I did.
     Apparently, Faye saw me approach her "boyfriend" (which I'm assuming is Asher) and her "best friend". Mia ditched me for her! Mia always said she hated Faye, but now they're "besties". I'm running out of room for new cuts on my forearm, so I'm just going to trace over the scars and reopen them. Why do I have to live in this hell? What did I do to deserve this?
W. M.

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Dear Diary,
     I'm thankful that Mom has been too busy with work to notice the bruises I get from Faye, and the scars I give myself. She's working hard for my college fund. I don't think I'll survive that long. School's almost over, and graduation's coming up. I still haven't gotten anything from Yale. I'm beginning to lose the last of my hope.
     I found out that some nerdy kid who never talks in class has been chosen for valedictorian. The little bit of light I had got dimmer. The beat-ups are getting worse, I'm now the football team's punching bag, after the cheerleaders are done with me. This is now my life. It'll end soon. I know that much.
W. M.

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Dear Diary,
I got rejected from Yale. The light gets dimmer. My mother is getting married. To a doctor. She's even less focused on me now.
W. M.

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Dear Diary,
Suicide:
Noun: (1) the intentional taking of one's own life. (2) a person who intentionally takes his or her own life.
Verb(without use of object): to commit suicide.
Verb(with use of object): to kill (oneself).
"Suicide is the only solution for all problems at once." -Princess Zara, by Ross Beeckman
W. M.

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Dear Diary,
Would anyone notice if I died? Books and movies show you that there's always a happy ending. They lie. My life isn't a storybook. It's real, and soon, it'll be over.
Wren Martin

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Dear Diary,
This is my last entry. This is the end of my life. If my mother finds this, I'm sorry. Wren Martin. Cause of death? Suicide. If someone finds me, let me die. If you save me, I'll kill you, then kill myself again.
I've taken every step I could take to be sure that I die. I've got pills to overdose, a knife to cut my wrist, a noose hanging from my ceiling. I will die. No one can stop me now. I'm too far gone. The light is too dim to be rekindled.
Goodbye.