Clara's POV
I rush from the house and run to mine. I grab my biggest bag and pack it with all my money, clothes and shoes I can fit, my travel packet, and all I may need for traveling. I cry as I pack knowing I am saying good bye to everyone and everything I know.
The image runs through my mind:
Johnny, my so-called boyfriend, making out with my #1 enemy, Jocelyn. Their lips moving together and him pressing himself against her.
I cry even more, knowing all he wanted was her, and never me.
I go to grab my diary, but as I pull it out, I don't put in my bag. I open it and write one last entry.
After I finish the entry, I close the book and walk out of the house with my bag on my back.
Then I run.
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The Diary
Short StorySenior in high school, Clara has always been with Johnny. She thought everything was perfect. Until one day she caught him making out with another girl, her ultimate enemy, Jocelyn. Torn and shocked, she leaves town without saying where she was goin...
