Juveniles

Juveniles

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This is not a journal. This is a memoir of the worst year of my life. Journal are kept by people who have nothing better to do than sit on their plush mattresses at the end of their boring day and scribble about a hot guy at the local strip mall giving them a 'look.' But this is more interesting. Much more. I'm not normal. I'm not one of those girls who have boring days. At least they're allowed to write about it. To read my journal (which I DON'T have) you'd need to be able to access the CIA and MI6 database and list of agents. Which I highly doubt. My name is Parfait McHenry. I. Hate. My. Life.
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Dear Nobody, My name is Luna Rose Wesley and I'm just like any other girl my age. I have some secrets, I'm afraid of the future, I have some complicated relationships and some amazing friends, and I'm just trying to do anything that I can to survive. But as the days pass, it seems like surviving in my world is becoming more difficult with every minute. You see, without any money, my family is forced to live in in an apartment building that's smack dab in the center of our rundown part of the city. And my mother is just a work of art. She is now addicted to drugs, and she isn't trying very hard at all to try to get us out of our inner-city situation. Living in constant fear, not only of what's outside my window at night, but also of my violent dealing brother living in the room across the hall, I have to find a way to cope without putting a bullet in my skull like so many of my fallen brethren. And my coping mechanism is to write letters to nobody- to you- and sending it to an address that doesn't exist. I need somebody to talk to without that somebody thinking that I'm looking for pity, so I've found you. Nobody. Thanks for listening. Sincerely, Luna Rose (Rated Mature for the mentioning of sex, drug use, violence, and profane language. Does not contain actual sex scenes.)

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