Chapter 11

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Lizzie's P.O.V

I started to panic.

He has it . . .

Jerome has her suicide notebook.

I shouldn't have brought it.

Why am I so stupid sometimes?!

I wonder what he's doing with it . . .

Third Person's P.O.V

Jerome curiously flipped the cover of Briana's notebook, intrigued by the item Lizzie dropped.

Day 1

I was sitting on the bench that was outside the school, just like a regular day. Then a girl approached me, "aw, you're alone again. Too bad, it's just that-" she turned back to everyone that seemed to crowd around us, "freaks don't get friends." The audience filled with laughter, "just, leave me alone." I muttered, nervous. I was attempting to not stutter, but it was difficult. "How about, well, no!" Annabelle exclaimed in a perky tone. I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Don't give me attitude." She snapped at me, more people surrounded us, and I started to get claustorphobic. This is a horrible idea, but might as well try it. I stood up and walked right in front of her face, "just. Leave. Me. Alone. You have nothing better to do but make fun of me?" I felt a stinging pain on my left cheek, and before I could react, I was pushed to the ground. "I said, don't. Give. Me. Attitude!" She spat, stepping on my arm with her heel. She walked away, and her posse followed her around. I just layed there, left for dead I guess, but I wouldn't die. Would I?

I thought that maybe if I write this down, it might help me. I'm alone, isolated, vulnerable, insecure... I could go on for the rest of the book, but nah. Anyways, bye. -Briana

Jerome's eyes widened.

Why would Lizzie hide this from me? I'm Briana's brother and she hides something this important?

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