Never did I think that Jason Attwick would be the boy that drove me to kill myself. He was the only one that was ever there for me. Confused yet? Let me explain in better Detail. Pay close attention as I might only go through things once.
Diary entry: Hottie
September 19th: I was in a small Caffè across from the school I go to, Mason High, the greatest school ever, *insert quotation marks*. Then I saw him, the boy that I was soon to fall in love with.
As he walked through the door I couldn't help but stare. I studied him as he walked to the till almost helplessly. He turned around rapidly which scared me as I was staring almost into his soul. As he turned I couldn't help but admire his eyes. He had the greatest big blue eyes. His black hair fell perfectly over his left eye. He turned and looked straight at me. He smiled. His smile was one of those smiles that you fall in love with instantly and can't help but notice how you get pulled deeper and deeper into the thought of being the reason you get the see the thing you love the most about him.
I smiled...but realised how ugly of a smile I had so extinguished that thought immediately.
I looked down at the table admiring the words carved into the wooden table until I started looking into them deeper . "bitch, slut, asshole" carved where everyone can see them. "Andrea Smith (head cheerleader) is class in bed". I didn't understand how people could write these things.
As I read more and more I never noticed that just then little did I know the destroyer of my whole world as I know it sat right in front of me.
