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Dear Diary,
Today was like any other day. I went to school wearing my favorite purple shirt. It was a shirt given by my auntie. Alex poured paint all over it and said it was an accident. I don't believe him but the teacher just told me to forgive him. I can't get mad at teacher so I did.
I found a new friend today. My friend Tristan introduced me to his friend but she didn't have a name. I just called her C. We didn't talk much but I was surprised we live in the same street.
Dear Diary,
I went to school with Tristan, and C said that she won't be going to school today. Tristan said that C is a very understanding friend.
Today, the girls pushed me against the lockers. No teachers were there to save me. I think there's a bump on my head. I wanted to go to the clinic but maybe the girls will hurt me again if I told anybody.
I went home with Tristanand he told me to talk to C about this. I did and I think I feel better now.
Dear Diary,
C said she won't be going to school again but she said that I can play with her later.
At recess, a boy named Jack poured his pudding on my back and everyone laughed. I quickly left the cafeteria and hid in the bathroom.
When I came home, I heard screaming in my kitchen. It was happening again. I went to C to play with her. I felt better.
Dear Diary,
C didn't go to school again. The people at school were mean so I hid in the bathroom most of my day. Someone dumped glitters in my bag and it made my skin itch.
When I got home, my mother hit me in the head because of the mess the glitters were making. She made me clean everything so I missed eating time.
At night, I played with C. She makes me happy.
Dear Diary,
C decided to go to school today and I was happy. C, Tristanand I walked to school together.
Everyone was still mean to me and the bruises were getting worse. I went to my safe place, the restroom. C and I played there until the day ends.
Mom and Dad were shouting at each other again and they forgot to cook food. I found a cracker in my room. That's my dinner, I guess.
Dear Diary,
Today was not good. A teacher found C and I playing in the restroom and we were scolded. Teacher said C was bad but she is wrong! C got detention and I had to go to the clinic. They gave me bandages to cover the friendship marks that C gave me during play time.
My mom and dad picked me up from school. They were mad at me. They hit me for being with C. I cried in my room.
Dear Diary,
Tristansaid C cannot go out anymore. This made me sad. The kids at school made fun of me because of the bandages. The teachers were always looking at me in a weird way. What did I do?
At the end of the day, some kids wrote mean things on my bandages. Mom and Dad were fighting again so there is no food.
I talked to Tristantonight. He said that there might be candy in the med box. I think I should go there.
Obituary
Emily
9 years old
You will be missed
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TRIGGER WARNING
- INDICATION OF ABUSE
- INDICATION OF SUICIDE AND SELF-INFLICTED INJURIES
Inspiration of the story:
This story was inspired by a song called Rolling Girl. This is a vocaloid song sung by Hatsune Miku. This song doesn't really have an official meaning or interpretation. However, most interpret it as a girl running away from her problems, such as bullying and abuse, in hopes to just live another day.
(edited: 6-15-17)
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