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Submitted to Contest #36
Tuesday, 14th April 2015 I am writing in this diary because my teacher told me to and she said I can tell it what the bullies are like so I decided to do that. I do not know what the point of doing this is but if my teacher said it there must be some point to it. I am glad it is the evening because that means I get more than 12 hours until I see the bullies again. I have also finished my homework so I can write in this for as long as I want to. But this reminds me of Alicia who also kept a diary and that makes me sad because I will...
Submitted to Contest #33
I stood awkwardly near my locker. Where was he? I chewed on my lip, bouncing lightly from foot to foot as I anticipated him. To be fair, I’m not really eager to see him. He’s been off school for so long that I may as well just forget him. I mean, what’s the point? Why was he taking so long? I checked my watch. 20 past 3. The bus was coming in 10 minutes and I should be going. I brushed a hand through my hair, wincing at the amount of tangles. I also needed to comb my hair.I sighed and rubbed my forehead with the back of my hand. How lon...
Submitted to Contest #32
He closed his eyes. Silence. Silence was always good- he had loved it from the first ever time he had felt it. Silence was not just quietness, calmness, it was a feeling of freedom. The soothing feeling that nobody was judging him. That he was truly alone, with himself and the world inside his head.He thought about her. Her alluring smile, the way her lips turned upwards and her eyes crinkled and her dimples formed and her laugh, that beautiful sound, the tuneful melody of her joy.He opened his eyes.No.He didn’t like that memory.Again, he cl...
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