4th Grade

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     Today was the day I got answers. I know that's something weird to start off with since I'm writing out what is happening but I can't help it. Today I'm going to ask Eric what happened in the 4th grade and demand an answer. I was so scared I thought about it all night barely getting any sleep. I thought about doing it at lunch so we had time to talk. Or maybe even Algebra then he couldn't leave like the last time since we were partners and he was in class. I had no idea when I was going to do or even if I truly was going to do it at or even today.

    Oh my god I know I'm like breaking the rules of writing a diary entry and then starting it again the one you already had started but I don't care I have big no huge news. Okay, so I flew through 1st and 2nd hour still thinking about when I was going to talk to Eric when I was tripped by Ashlyn while walking. I hate this girl like she the devil its self. When she tripped me everyone stopped and start to see what she was going to say because God knows nobody wouldn't watch queen bee sting.

     "You need to leave Eric alone." " He's my brother and your a loser." "He can do way better than you." She snarled

     I stayed sitting on the floor and answered: "Actually I don't have to do anything you say." "He talks to me and I talk to him so why don't you mind your own business." "God knows your hair hold enough shit for one person."

     She turned away around still looking at me but before leaving she said: "At least I didn't sleep with an older man." She turned faced forward and strutted off to her looker.

     My face turned red and I began to cry I didn't mean to cry I wanted to not. Thank god everyone was gone by now since the bell was about to ring. I picked myself up and ran into the nearest janitors closet. I sat there by myself for a while still balling my eyes out. Thinking "why would she even bring that up? "How did she know? My thoughts were interrupted when somebody opened the door. I had been sitting in the dark for long enough that when the door opened I couldn't see clearly. Then a voice I knew well said "Ella, is that you? 

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