Today, was not good. My mom ate almost all the food in the house. And my dad came home, spent $40 on acohol. And starting drinking, and then, he started hitting my mom. I stayed in my room, hesitating rather I should go in there. I just stayed in my room, crying softly. Hoping, my farther, stops soon.
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A Quiet Girls Journal
Teen FictionThis girl, uses her Journal, to keep track of everything. And to also say how her day has been going as well. This girl, is quiet, so she keeps her secrets hidden away, The truth, has to be told sometime.
