Dear Diary- I cried for many nights after Peter left me and I still break into tears at times. I miss him so much, but the last words he said to me were I love you even when I hate you. He confused me a lot and those words float through my head whenever I think of him. I cant help, but wonder if hell ever return. I wonder if he realizes how upset he has made me? At least I have a diary. So I dont have to spill my secrets to one of my gossipy friends. Peter floods my dreams. His face. His blue eyes, blonde hair, smile, olive skin, the millimeter gap between his front teeth. Everything about him! And its driving me insane! 2/5/13
Dear diary- Ive lost Peter and now my father! Whats next? I miss the both of them, but I still dream of Peter. I think of him when Im doing my work in class and how we would slip notes to each other and ask for answers to the questions. I wonder if he misses me? I doubt it. He wouldnt have left me if he did. My birthday is soon and Im turning fifteen. I wonder what will happen? Nothing most likely, oh well...
Dear Diary It's the 28/5/2013. Its my birthday today! Im excited! Extremely excited. My friends and I are having a three night slumber party and we dont have to go to school on Monday! I got the mail this morning and I checked if there was anything for me. There was one from Peter. I know this because his writing is as familiar as my own. I took MY letter to my room and opened it. White powder and glitter went everywhere and I laughed. My friends were outside so I had a few minutes to read and taken in whatever he has said.
Dear Cate, Over years of guilt, regret and sorrow I write to you to apologize for what I did to you. I assumed that you cried for a few weeks. I know this will be awkward, but leave your window open throughout today. Lots of love, ~Peter I opened my window before tucking the letter under my mattress before I went outside with my friends. The I cant really remember what happened during the rest of the day, but when me and my friends went into my room to watch a movie we found Peter sitting on my bed with the television switched on. I stood and stared and he glanced at me before he blushed and turned back to the television. My friends stood just outside the doorway. Well watch a movie downstairs. Claire said before leading the group downstairs. I felt kind of
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General FictionA series of very short stories. All in varying writing styles. I'd say my favourite is Ravenous.
