Dedication: thatonehuman52, thank you for all your lovely votes! x
Reply Entry #8
Dear Hazel,
Tess is lesbian? Wow! That's cool that she's figured herself out and has finally completely accepted that.
Because you're right. The world is ignorant, and society struggles with acceptance. Whether that acceptance be for gender preferences, race, teen pregnancies, or anything else that doesn't fit their idea of perfection.
It's so freaking unfair. How are people supposed to live their lives, when there are so many judgmental hypocrites out there? No wonder this world is so screwed up. This generation especially.
I'm sorry, I should probably stop writing before this becomes a 'Rant' book, huh? Alright, I'll get going now. Damn, this is quite short. Let's hope the next one is longer then! Though, that'd be a lot of reading for you.
But anyway, I completely agree with everything you've written in this entry! It is 2016.
Bye,
Prince Charming xo
P.S. It took me forever to figure out what the hell you were talking (writing) about! Mainly because I've never seen TFIOS, or read the book - I don't really read. And the only reason I finally figured out what you were referring to was because my sister used to be obsessed with it.
P.P.S. I'm not even going to comment on Trent being a creep. Because, well, that's obvious.
With the music reverberating through the entire house, I groan and lean back against the end of my bed. I slide Notey underneath it for safekeeping, and groan again. But this time louder.
I really just don't want to go out there. Where teenagers - my peers - are drinking, probably making out and dancing. I don't dance.
Wait, let's rephrase that; I can't dance. Seriously. Every time I attempt such a sin, people end up injured. Not just myself.
Why not just have a good time without dancing?
Well, Ivy will just find a way for me to dance with her, even though she knows how life-threatening it is. She will go to great lengths, she'll probably even put on one of my favourite songs to lure me onto the dance floor.
Actually, she'll probably do that soon if I don't show myself. Ugh, woman.
"9:07PM." I mumble, watching the time on my phone. I was supposed to join the party when everyone began arriving at eight. Meaning I really need to leave this room before it gets any later. So, with a great deal of motivation, I stand up and walk to my mirror.
Staring at myself in the reflection causes me to frown. No, I don't think I'm hideous - I'm insecure, but not that much, it's just that when I see my face, I can't help but see my Aunt. I can't help but see why my Dad hates me.
Even though the stab wound and bruises are no longer visible, the scarring on my heart is still prominent. Still burns me more with each day. Still haunts me, making sure I don't have any peace.
"Hazel, you can do this." I nod to myself in encouragement, and finally leave the safety of my room, locking it behind me. Like hell I'm going to trust some drunk teenagers in my house with my bedroom unlocked.
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Short Story|| The Sequel to 'The Diary Of Hazel' || Highest Rank: #12 Short Story, #2 Journal || Hazel Bradley has been through a lot and wrote it all down into her diary. What happens when someone reads it and in return, writes their own diary as a reply. A...
