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