Dear diary,
Why are people so cruel, the cunning words burned into my soul. Yet, no words I could understand. The boy's bodys brushes against mine. Why if I do this everyday, it's always hard. Why hasn't the world fallen apart? Why me, what does the earth have against me. Andi takes me away, far enough away to breathe again. My nose is still bleeding from the punches, the fall from my head keeps me dizzy. I hate being dizzy, that's 2 of my senses gone. We go into the bathroom, my head still spinning. All I want is to go home and curl up in a ball. But that's not an option, my dad's home, and my home is hell. Like when I say hell, I mean my dad is Satan, and in his eyes I killed my mother.
Sincerely, Iris
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Aktuelle LiteraturA 15 year olds girls diary entry's, as she fights through deafness, and the loss of her mother.
