Dear Diary
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"Dear Diary, I met a boy today. He said his name was Raymond but his friends call him Ray. Really cute, nice swag, kinda tall. He said that he hoop but he don't look like he play ball. He asked me for my number I said no." Nisha's mother is strict. Her daughter was never allowed to have a boyfriend or meet up withboys after school. When her mother gets very sick and she has to take care of her, Nisha has to attend a boarding school for girls only. Coincidentally she gets to know a boy there. First she tries to ignore him but she can't ignore him forever. I'm only 13 and German so please don't mind my spelling or grammar mistakes. You can still correct them in the comments of course!
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Sometimes people force you to do things that you never wanted to do. Sometimes while doing those things you meet people that you never knew you needed to meet. You start to form friendships with these people and sometimes something special happens with that guy you didn't know you liked. These people start to become your world, but no world can be perfect. That guy you liked may seem incredible but there's something he's just too afraid to tell you. Oh, and your friends? They know what he's hiding too, but they've all decided to keep it from you. Forgetting it can sometimes be your only way to keep going. "You're eyes are shooting stars." "And what do you wish for, mon significative une?" "For you to tell my your deepest secrets." He was quiet for a moment but he didn't leave like I expected him to do. He just simply started to kiss my check while trailing down to my jaw, then neck, then up to my ear. He gripped my lobe between his teeth and right as he let it go he whispered something. "If I tell you my secrets, that gleam in your eye, that you seem to only look at me with, will forever be lost."

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