Dear diary,

Dear diary,

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Romance
Dear diary, This place it's just FILLED with fake people, they live there lives with no shame that every word they say hurts another person, especially the clique down at my school, they talk shit about each other and don't even know it. I just miss her so much. I don't think I can live like this. Like nothing horrible happened before I moved here. But yet again i want to start fresh. Signed, Hailey Moore
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[TW: This book contains strong language and scenes that others may find uncomfortable to read. | Also note that this was made by a 13-year-old so don't expect great things. Although it is edited, I kept most of the story as is. Initially published on 2016] "You'll never get me to fall in love! So stop trying!" She glares at me and climbs up the fence. 'Hey stop! Hailey!' I call out running after her. I finally caught up to her and I grab her wrist. 'Stop.' I order. "Let go of me you dink!" She struggles to escape from my tight grip. I lean my face towards hers and smirk. "Th-This isn't funny, Kevin! Stop! Stop it!" I plant a quick kiss on her lips and ran for it. She didn't move. I went back. Guilt. 'Hailey? You okay? I'm sorry... Hailey? Look at me, Please...' She doesn't look at me. What have I done?! She looks up and gives me a death stare. "I'll give five seconds to run..." I stayed there. I'm ready to get my punishment. "One..." She clenches her fists. "Two..." I want her to punch me... "Three..." "Four..." "Five... Why are you still here?" "Because I want to..." I closed my eyes and waited for her fist to punch me. Instead, I felt her warm lips on mine. That's my Bad Girl...

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