Dear Diary : 2007-11-08

Dear Diary
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney


Thursday, 8 November, 2007

Dear Diary

So Jennifer, my so-called best friend, called the cops on me.

She told them to come and stop me from killing myself.

Which I hadn't tried.

Okay, so I was thinking about it some, but I wouldn't actually... would I?

Mom and Daddy are all freaking out now.

The lady cop from when Grandma Thatcher took me to the hotel room is my "minder" now, I think. Detective Martinelli. She's nice enough, but she shouldn't have to walk me to and from school.

So embarrassing.

I tried to talk to Matthew today.

No luck.

All the girls in school are talking about how "special" it "was" between us, and that it's a pity it didn't last.

I just want him to TALK to me!

Is that so much to ask?

I think I'm gonna talk to Mom.

Let's just hope she remembers to be a girl and not an old lady.

Courtney



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