Dear Diary,
The day was cold as they continue to get colder. Summer changed to Autumn and melted to winter. Nothing much happened today besides the constant fear of walking the halls of Westerburg High. The fear of getting jumped and beaten as it happens quite frequently, they see me as one thing and one thing only... a punching bag. In their eyes I'm just a scrawny little sophomore who they can beat up. To take their feelings out on me, of course, I'm not the only one, but still doesn't that seem unfair to you?
-L.J
A/N: I feel like I should change the school name... but until I know what to it'll stay like that
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary
General FictionA late-night thought that turned into a book... The journey of a young teen who (fortunately for you, the reader) keeps a diary of their innermost thoughts and feelings that go on. Join the adventure of L.J and find out who he really is.
