Dear diary,
The world still feels like it's caving in. No point in trying to talk to my dad even. But there was one good part of my day, when I was working at the coffee shop, a guy walked in. He looked around my age. Short like me, he was amazing, glowing, or at least to me. He walked up to me, and I asked in my muffled voice "how can I help you?" He smiled, handed me a napkin, and just walked out. That was so weird, till I opened the napkin (in beautiful script) "hey, I'm skyler. Meet me at firewood's park at 8:00 today." What?!? Should I go, it's a excuse to not go home, so I guess I'll go, I mean I don't want to blow him off.
Sincerely, iris
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General FictionA 15 year olds girls diary entry's, as she fights through deafness, and the loss of her mother.
