The Writer

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My name is Olivia. Olivia John. I'm mostly a normal girl. But theres a secret that I keep. I'm a writer. Now the reason I keep it a secret is because if anyone found out what was in my journal people would never look at me the same. Everything would change. So I keep it to myself even though its killing me inside. I someday hope to find someone who understands me and i can trust to hold this secret. Thats another problem. Trust. Thats a big word, a lot needs to be done to show you are trustworthy and no one has done that yet. So for now i live by the words " Don't trust anyone".

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6:30. RRRRRIIIINNGGG.... I hear my alarm go off for school. Great another day in prison. I can't wait for summer even though summer probably won't be much better. Anyway time to start my boring morning. I decide on a band t-shirt and skinny jeans paired with my converse. Next i go straighten my hair because i'm to lazy to do anything else with it this early. Eat, brush my teeth and i'm out the door. Overall school isn't terrible. My classes are easy. Of course though i have to deal with the preps. Or the devils spawn as i like to call them. That group consists of the "Queen" Stacy, and her servants Britney and Katie. Then you have my little normal group. Consists of me and my best friend Chelsea. Chelsea and I always ride to school together so we can catch up on everything that happened will we didn't see each other and didn't get a chance to text. Which is where I'm heading now, to get Chelsea. Then off to prison. Yay for us.

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