I haven't post this story in a long time. So this is the last part to this story. Enjoy!
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May 16, 2001
Dear Diary,
It been too long since I could remember the last time I update this. N-wayz, the dance was incredible! Scott came and pick me up and he look so hot! Like the hottest guy ever! His hair was like always, curly and blonde. The most sweetest part about him is his smile. It can just melt your heart away.
We went together as friends. Just friends. He took me to a table full of jocks and the so-call "cheerleaders". It's not that I didn't liked that reputation, I just think I don't belong there, but of course. I didn't say anything about it. Just smile and nod my head when Scott introduce me. All the girls were like, "What's he's doing with that skank?" But again... I didn't say a thing. Didn't want them to ruin the night for me.
We dance a couple. MOSTLY made fun of others. Like how these couple were dancing like a hooker and a stripper, Scott said that they were retarded and need a look in the mirror. I know that wasn't funny, but when they heard him saying that, the guy came over and starting to "chest" Scott. LOL! The guy was pounding and pushing his chest toward Scott's. Scott said, "Umm... can you move those?" Pointing down to his so-call "boobs". He was so embarrassed by that comment that he just step back. We were laughing so hard because that guy went into the men's room, "checking it." He came out in tears when he realize that he need a de-plant. The opposite of implant. It was just too dying!
When the night died out, Scott walk me home and gave me a smile and a hug. That was it. A friendly little hug and a million dollar smile. That night was perfect. Nothing went wrong. It was like a dream. A prince rescuing a princess from a lonesome life. Making her waking up from decades of weakness.
But the night wasn't over.
The door swung open that night. Cold air striver down my back and into my blanket. Oh no, not again. Again, I felt liked a prison of my own game. He went and lay down beside me and I could feel an embrace of useless power rising over me. I tried not to move. Thinking that he would soon disappear into my nightmare where he belong. But I was wrong. He touch me. I felt like screaming to wake up my mother. I felt like killing him to ease my pain down. But he said if this secret gets out. My sister will become a victim just like me. Tell me Diary, What am I suppose to do? I'm a 15 years old girl. I'm not ready for these kind of thing. I'm still enjoying life as a teenager. I'm STILL a teenager. And a teenager shouldn't be in bed, scared or threaten. Oh, he move. Stay calm. Maybe he'll just fly back to my mother. WRONG!
That's it. I can't be living in fear. What if I told my mom? No, I can't do that. She wouldn't believe. Maybe if I had proof about this whole situation then maybe I wouldn't have to be scared anymore. NO! Then this will become a case and everyone, I mean everyone will know about this. Even Scott. He probably thinks I'm dirty, a whore, most of all.... use.
But is this about me or a boy? I have to think straight. Can't let someone whose's not into me make my life ever more a hell.
Sign Shelby,
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Dear Diary, (June 6, 2001)
I'm packing. Ready to leave. Scott's gone. My mom is in rehab. And my sis is living with "Good Old Dad". I'm supposed to be going to a camp call Mt. Horizon or whatever to "rethink" about my useless, dirty life. It's only for the summer or until my "family" can get back to their happy sunny self. (sarcastic)
I lost everything in life. What else to life?
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This is the end of my "Why doesn't he love me" story. If I get 10 reviews, I'll start a sequel. And the sequel is about Shelby's point of view at staying at Mt. Horizon for the summer. Please review!
It's so weird now. If you login into your author section, you have a upload story chapter thingy. Now, it's SO confusing!
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May 16, 2001
Dear Diary,
It been too long since I could remember the last time I update this. N-wayz, the dance was incredible! Scott came and pick me up and he look so hot! Like the hottest guy ever! His hair was like always, curly and blonde. The most sweetest part about him is his smile. It can just melt your heart away.
We went together as friends. Just friends. He took me to a table full of jocks and the so-call "cheerleaders". It's not that I didn't liked that reputation, I just think I don't belong there, but of course. I didn't say anything about it. Just smile and nod my head when Scott introduce me. All the girls were like, "What's he's doing with that skank?" But again... I didn't say a thing. Didn't want them to ruin the night for me.
We dance a couple. MOSTLY made fun of others. Like how these couple were dancing like a hooker and a stripper, Scott said that they were retarded and need a look in the mirror. I know that wasn't funny, but when they heard him saying that, the guy came over and starting to "chest" Scott. LOL! The guy was pounding and pushing his chest toward Scott's. Scott said, "Umm... can you move those?" Pointing down to his so-call "boobs". He was so embarrassed by that comment that he just step back. We were laughing so hard because that guy went into the men's room, "checking it." He came out in tears when he realize that he need a de-plant. The opposite of implant. It was just too dying!
When the night died out, Scott walk me home and gave me a smile and a hug. That was it. A friendly little hug and a million dollar smile. That night was perfect. Nothing went wrong. It was like a dream. A prince rescuing a princess from a lonesome life. Making her waking up from decades of weakness.
But the night wasn't over.
The door swung open that night. Cold air striver down my back and into my blanket. Oh no, not again. Again, I felt liked a prison of my own game. He went and lay down beside me and I could feel an embrace of useless power rising over me. I tried not to move. Thinking that he would soon disappear into my nightmare where he belong. But I was wrong. He touch me. I felt like screaming to wake up my mother. I felt like killing him to ease my pain down. But he said if this secret gets out. My sister will become a victim just like me. Tell me Diary, What am I suppose to do? I'm a 15 years old girl. I'm not ready for these kind of thing. I'm still enjoying life as a teenager. I'm STILL a teenager. And a teenager shouldn't be in bed, scared or threaten. Oh, he move. Stay calm. Maybe he'll just fly back to my mother. WRONG!
That's it. I can't be living in fear. What if I told my mom? No, I can't do that. She wouldn't believe. Maybe if I had proof about this whole situation then maybe I wouldn't have to be scared anymore. NO! Then this will become a case and everyone, I mean everyone will know about this. Even Scott. He probably thinks I'm dirty, a whore, most of all.... use.
But is this about me or a boy? I have to think straight. Can't let someone whose's not into me make my life ever more a hell.
Sign Shelby,
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Dear Diary, (June 6, 2001)
I'm packing. Ready to leave. Scott's gone. My mom is in rehab. And my sis is living with "Good Old Dad". I'm supposed to be going to a camp call Mt. Horizon or whatever to "rethink" about my useless, dirty life. It's only for the summer or until my "family" can get back to their happy sunny self. (sarcastic)
I lost everything in life. What else to life?
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This is the end of my "Why doesn't he love me" story. If I get 10 reviews, I'll start a sequel. And the sequel is about Shelby's point of view at staying at Mt. Horizon for the summer. Please review!
It's so weird now. If you login into your author section, you have a upload story chapter thingy. Now, it's SO confusing!