Day 6th,
It's Sunday. I don't know what tome it is. All I know is that everyone is sleeping. It's morning and I've been drawing for the past, I don't know how long. For all I know, it's just me and the new girl Isabella that are awake. Maybe René too. I saw him got to the main desk for water earlier. But that was along time ago, or so it seems.
Since it's Sunday, we're waking up later. I think around 10:00 or 10:30 AM. I don't really know.
Yesterday, during visiting hours, my mom told me that H had texted me. I don't know what he said, I didn't ask. I feel like it's good that I don't know, but at the same time, the curiosity is killing me. I'm just exaggerating a bit there to show my point. Don't worry.
I overheard the people at the desk talking about us. About how Isabella got here and Dania too. Also, about how Junior got in trouble because Angel accused him of showing him his private part or something. Don't believe him. Plus, Angel and Isabella are always ratting us out. It's quite annoying. Cause later, they be crying cause nobody wants to talk to them. But they don't seem to understand that here, we don't like no snitch.
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I just got called over by Gabby. I guess she's the one in charge of me. She wanted to ask me if I ever drank or consumed drugs. And if anybody ever touched me inappropriately or forced me to do something I didn't want to. That if I ever did that, that I should speak up.
I already know she's referring to the messages. Everyone keeps trying to find out what happened between H and I. I seriously don't want to say anything. Untold my mom I just want to forget. She told me that if I want to forget, I gotta be able to tell someone about it to be able to forget and not be left with a burden. It's annoying. I told Dania about it though. Thing is, nobody else knows that she knows. I haven't told Ashley because I don't want her to leave me. I think, and believe that if I were to tell her, she'd think different of me. And, I don't want that. I don't feel like I got the guts to. My mom keeps telling me that she knows already. That she just wants me to be able to tell her. But I can't. I just can't. I can't find it in me to do so. Boi, Imma just draw. Talk to you later.
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Non-FictionMeet this girl. Lost in the world, trying to find her way out of her misery. Go through all this drama with her, but be warned that this contains a lot of graphic things that may change the way you might view the world and this girl.
