Elena Hamilton, a troubled 16 year old, who only knows the bully life. After moving from her peaceful home in Virginia to Pennsylvania - she tries her best to fit into her new school, but only gets kicked to the ground. Bullies are everywhere - wait...
"Dear diary, why is it that everyday I wake up wanting to die. Why is it that no body likes me. Is it because I'm ugly, maybe because I'm really small for my age. Yesterday I met a guy named Jason, his skin a nice tan. His eyes a heavenly honey colour. He saved me, he saved me from dying. But will Jason save me from my self?"
I write my last few words into my diary, which holds every emotion, feeling, everything I think about. It is all written down in my best friend.
My mum is at work now, it's 9:30 and I sit on my bed. School wasn't in my plans for today. And I really don't want to ever go back to school, although I know that my mum will find out and pretend to care about me. I know that she does, I know she does a lot. But she just doesn't make an effort to make me feel loved or cared for.
Last night I couldn't sleep, and when I did I dreamt of Jason. My dream replayed our conversation. It replayed him holding me in his strong arms and him whispering that everything will be alright, while I cried into his arms.
Has God put Jason in my life for a reason? I close my eyes and lean back on my bed, I think about Jason, and I think about God.
"Dear God, please. If you have put Jason into my life for a reason, let me know." I silently pray, and as soon as I'm done my phone chimes. I pat my hand over the bed to find my phone as I lay with my eyes still closed.
My fingers tap over my cold phone screen and I pick it up, I slowly open my tired eyes and look who messaged me. Maybe my good old friend Telstra, they seem to love giving me updates on new premium packages.
I roll my eyes at the thought and read the message.
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A small tear streams down my face as I read the message over and over again. Is this Gods sign? With a smile on my face and wet sticky cheeks from tears that leaked from my eyes. I message Jason back.
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(Sorry for the spelling error in the text)
I send back my heart racing a hundred miles per hour. Is this "friendship" real, or will he hurt me like everyone else has and continue to do?
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I read the message and smile. But wait, What. He's coming to pick me up, maybe we are going to hang out. Well, I mean of course we will have to hang out, what else would we do?
