Dear Book I Found On The Side On The Road,
I hate the terms "diary" and "journal". Correction, I hate how people a sign those words to each gender. A girl has a diary. A boy has a journal. News flash!
They're the same damn thing!
Speaking of damn things, I can't wait to get out of this town. Sure I might never leave, but I got big plans. Anywhere is better than Dwayne, Georgia... Right? Guess not.
Today was the first day of school. Yay I am a 12th grader. Am I supposed to be happy? Just means eight hours of hell and holy water. My English teacher told us this semester we will be reading The Perks Of Being A Wallflower at some point. It might be good. I have seen the movie.
Sometimes I wonder how people can have the will to write so much. Maddison Ford for example! She can write faster than I can talk! Okay... That's not a good example. I don't talk much. You get the idea though, right?
So yeah, today I just went to school, sat alone at lunch, and walked home. That's when I found you. Kinda seemed like you popped out of nowhere. Did you fall out of the sky or something? I don't know why I picked you up. You are just a normal old notebook.
Blame it on the coke from school.
Blame it on the road kill.
Blame it on the markings on the bathroom stall.
Signing off,
Frankie Fay
YOU ARE READING
Dear Road Kill
Teen FictionIt all started with a notebook found on the side of the road. Frankie Fay, a 12th grade girl, finds it, and starts writing about her ups and downs of high school life. She goes to school with bullies, jerks, popular people, and druggies. She wants t...
