Last night was crazy, I fell down the stairs, only because my father pushed me down. When I went to school, Alex asked me, why I had bruses all over me. I told him, that my farther pushed me down them. He said, Can I come over? I was like what? I thought you hated me. No he told me, your pretty and stuff, I was made to. My friends dared me to. Then I said, sure, you can come over, we can study for tomorrow's math test. Then, I ran to my next class. Yes, I was very surprised he asked me that. But, I did need a Study buddy after all.
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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.
