April 22nd, 2008
Dear Diary,
My teacher asked me what that bruise on my neck was. I told her my parents hit me because it'd be easier then to explain the real reason. So she called Social Services. They're coming to my house in a week. I don't know how to tell my parents.
I also haven't been writing so often, just because I've lost all interest in writing down my feelings. Mom says it'll help me, but it just makes it worse. Because when I write, it makes it real. Ignorance is bliss.
- Rossy
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary
FanfictionDear Diary, Today I met a boy. He had colorful hair and pale skin and made me feel like I belonged. I want to see him again. ___ In which a girl with a colorful past meets a boy with colorful hair.
