in California
"Hi Alessa," I sighed.
"Something wrong?" she asked.
"No,"
"I'm your older sister. Either you tell me what's going on or I break open your diary with a rock and read it."
"It's a journal, sis. And I repeat, NOTHING IS GOING ON!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Something's going-"
Before she finished the sentenced, I spilled the beans. It felt good.
"You should tell on them," Alessa suggested.
"They have red belts in karate!"
"Tell anyways,"
"No," I said stubbornly.
"Fine with me. When's the funeral?"
"Well, yours is in a couple days, depending on when I KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!"
WEDNESDAY
'Sup. Now I'm really tired of Belinda and Nathan. They copied my answers on the math tests. And when Mr. Howard graded the tests, he gave us detention for cheating! I hate them! They can rot in h*** for all I care!!!! That was the last straw! I'm getting revenge on them...... somehow. I don't know.
Liz is still lunchless all the time. I feel bad for us. Poor us.
I will see you soon. I hope they don't go after you next. You're the only thing I can spill utterly everything to.
* * *
At school a boy named Dean was punched by Nathan, and Dean didn't tell. I told him about what happened to me and lightened up. "At least you're not me," I told him.
I now have two official friends.
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