Dear Diary,
It's been a week. The flowers she gave me are dying, fast. Only a week ago she gave me these, only a week ago she was alive. Life is cruel, but I'm sure you already know that. Dad said I should write down my feelings because it's good for me, but I like writing so I was one step ahead of him. Another petal has fallen off the flowers she got me. They are my favorites, roses. But every girl likes roses, they are a cliché. My headache is back, I think I'll go lie down, till next time diary.
Sincerely,
Ailsa
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Dear Diary
Mystery / ThrillerA young girl loses her mother and starts to lose faith, each chapter is a diary entry as we start to see her change, and it's not for the better.
