That one day when Stephanie looked in DJ's diary. That one day where Stephanie regrets she ever read it. That one day that DJ's thoughts hurt the whole family...
--Stephanie's point of view--
That one night, I walked up the stairs and went into the bathroom. I got a toothbrush and a toothpaste out of the drawer. Of course, it was organized by none the less, Dad. I put toothpaste on the toothbrush and started to brush. I walked outside the bathroom into my room. But, as I soon as I walked in there, there was one thing that stood out, out of all things----DJ's diary. She never had it out. DJ always hid it in a spot that she thinks a place that no one will find it. Of course, it was my lucky day.
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February 2, 1993
Dear Diary,
The alarm clock woke me up and Kimmy was waiting downstairs for me. I packed my things and went out without saying goodbye. Steve had his car outside honking. Oh, how I love Steve, but that today that love fell out of my heart. Steve drove us to the school. He walked with me to my locker and I said bye to him and Kimmy. I walked to my class feeling like crap. I sat in the front as always. My teacher was passing out the tests. She flipped mine upside down on my desk speechless. I slowly flipped it over...finding a big "F" across it. When I looked at that F, I knew Dad was going to give me a lot of lectures when I give this to him. Well, so I didn't. I felt horrible, this was going to make a big difference to my report card. I hate life. After school, I walked towards the front door in the hallways. Then I heard Steve...and another girl talking. I quickly hid behind a wall but enough to hear them. The girl was saying stuff about me---bad stuff. I wanted to punch her in the face so bad, but I stood hidden. Steve actually agreed to what that girl said! I couldn't believe. The one I loved so much, was saying crap about me! Now, I hated him as much as I hate that girl. I hate life. I came home. Dad was sitting on the dining room table with his hands on his head.
"Hi, Dad." I said quietly.
"Oh, hi DJ," my Dad didn't sound so good. "Can you sit down for a second?"
"Sure." I pulled up a chair and sat down next to me.
"I got a call from your teacher today," My eyes were wide.
"Um, yeah. What did she say?" pretending now knowing about the whole "F" thing."
"Don't lie, DJ. You know you got an "F" on the test. Is there something on your mind?" I wished he hadn't said that.
"Yeah, I was just a little busy." I replied quietly.
"BUSY! Are you kidding me? That's an "F" DJ! An "F." You know how important that test makes to your grade!" Dad was raising his voice more and more every time.
"I'm sorry. I pay more attention next time." I doubt it.
"Sorry isn't enough DJ. We have to do something about this." I already knew what he was going to say next.
"You're grounded until you pay attention in class. I am very disappointed in you---very." He walked up the stairs and when into his room.
I felt like the devil went inside me and took my whole life out of me. I wanted to die. I know I have said that many times but this time it's real. I can't stop crying about this. Bye, diary.
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Was this true? Did DJ really want to die? It can't be. She exaggerated too much. Or is she not? I wanted to tell someone fast. But, I couldn't. What if it wasn't true? I would just be wasting everyone's time. What if it is true? By the way, where is DJ? What if she's...no she can't be. I have to call her fast. I have to do something!