Dear Diary,
I had the dream again. It was the last time I had saw my shitty a** foster father. He doesn't even deserve to be called a father. He did what he always did. I just don't know how much longer I can take this. The worse part is my foster parents don't even care if I come home. I don't even know my own mother. I know where she works; but she doesn't know that it's me her own flesh and blood. But that doesn't matter I will just prove her wrong. But I got to see my friend Jack, he's the only person who makes me happy anymore. We had to steal today just to eat. I just wish he went to school but he doesn't, not anymore. So I'm alone for 8 hours, but I usually skip class anyways so I that I can have someone to talk to. Because nobody wants to talk to the "emo" or the "freak" it would give them a babe reputation. But I don't care anymore as long as I have Jack.
Well that concludes my morning so I'm done now.
Ok guys I hope you like the first chapter and remember to vote and comment.
Britt
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Dear Someone
General FictionThis is about a girl named Brooke Smith and her diary. She simply wanted someone to listen to her story. But no one would so she wrote about, it in hopes that one that someone would read it. This story will make you angry and sad but it will also ma...
