Dear Diary,
Will and Jennifer were eating lunch together today.
The sight of it stung. I thought she was my friend.
I knew her since the sixth grade.
I guess her ego is more important than friendship.
Will called for me. I ran away, tears swelling in my eyes.
He ran after me. I tripped and broke my wrist.
He tripped to comfort me. I pushed him away.
Jennifer kicked my wrist. I think she may have permanently damaged it.
At least, that's what the doctor said. No one believes me. They think Jennifer is a nice person.
Guess what Diary, she not.
I hate her.
What's wrong with me....besides my broken wrist?
Love,
Rosie
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