Diary Entry Two
Dear Diary, February 4, 2015
God school and dance sucked today. l failed my science test, making my freaking grade a F. Yup. An F. Life was so much easier when I was an honor role student. Whatever. Not like any of this crap matters in the grand scheme of life. Then, to put a cherry on top of the disaster of the end of a day, l went to dance with the devil- Opps l meant Abby. I mean, I love dance like all my friends, but come on I can't take the woman anymore. I mean, not after what she did. I hate her so much, and hates not even a strong enough for it. Hate describe the feelings l have for her. Not after what she did to me Not after she did what she did. Not after what she did to my friends. Nt after what she did to my family. And one day, I'm gonna make Abby Lee Miller not only regret opening a dance studio, that's not enough I'll make her regret ever been born
Detective
I stare in awe at the page before me. They didn't even curse the victim out on the page, didn't even threaten to kill her, yet it's terrifying.
I once again pull out my notebook to write what need down.
•the killer danced at Abby Lee Dance Company.
•They were an honor role student.
•They failed science in February
•they don't hold Ms. Miller to a high standard.
•Abby did something to the killer, there friends, and family
l look at my ongoing list, deciding l have a l need. Let's try this questioning thing again.
Who do you think killed Abby lee Miller and why?!
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