You Thought.

Chapter 6: Diaries.

Recap:

"I'm sorry Auggie, I just thought it would be a good idea." Trevor says softly.

Auggie sighs. "No, I'm sorry I just let my anger of my past out on you when you're trying to help. So, let's get started on these journals." She smiles. A fake smile. One I've come well to know.

Trevor smiles. "Okay, here you go." He passes them out.

"I didn't really have anything else to give or say to you, so you guys can head home." Trevor says laughing.

We say our goodbyes and leave.

After I drop Auggie off I go home and start on this Diary thingy.

I grab a pen and open to the first page.

"Dear Diary..." I write.

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August

August's first entre.

'Dear Diary:

Today will be a different day, I will tell my friends I am okay. They'll believe me. They think I would never lie to them, but I am every day. I say I'm okay because they're so gullible to think I'm telling the truth when I'm not. Poor them. I didn't even want to do this stupid journal writings, due to what happened the first time I had group therapy. The therapist made us pass our journals around, but I refused. The other kids finally got it out of my grasp, and started to read. As if they didn't treat me bad enough. I had started to cut even more then. I started to cover my thighs and upper arm because I wanted to be able to at least wear quarter sleeves without being too suspicious. But as soon as my parents found out they took me out realizing that, they weren't going to help me at all. Soon I was watched constantly. On Christmas day, I walked into my parents' bedroom to wake them up. Neither of them were there, so I walk down stairs and I see that there is nothing under the Christmas tree. Why? Yeah, I'm thirteen but I still have about 5 years till I'm an adult, I should still get presents. I see my dad on the couch, drooling. I run back up to my parents' room and look around. My mom's things are gone. Everything.'

I close the journal, and let out a sigh. Why do I need to do this? I hate this. I put the journal in my desk and get ready for school.

I get black yoga pants on with a Green Day 21st Century Breakdown T-shirt.

I walk out the door and see Mark by his car.

"Coming, sweetheart?" He says smiling.

I nod and smile.

I hop into the passenger seat and we drive off.

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I walk into the school, met by Courtney and the gang.

"Hey freak, what are you doing?" Shelby asks. The other girls snicker.

"Nothing that involves you, Shelly." I call her by the nickname she used to be called when she got bullied.

She frowns. "You shut your mouth, whore." She threatens.

"What are you going to do? Punch me? Fucking do it bitch." I say, stepping closer to her, daring her with my eyes.

She swings, but I swiftly dodge it, then swing my fist right to her nose.