-1Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade (Duh!) I own Michelle Marquez and Wednesday. And Los Ventra's High School (The coolest school in the world!)

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Not To Fade Away

Chapter 25: Mariah, Diary III

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1/3

3:17pm

We go back to school on Monday. I can not wait. Mom has been yelling on the phone with dad. Over the divorce again. And who wants to have FULL custody of me. I want mom too so I can stay here.

Michelle is doing way better since New Years.

Ah. New years was the best one I've been too. Tala and I didn't drink cause we watched over the others. Kai and Hilary got drunk. It was hilarious. Hilary strip teased him. It was funny cause at one stage she fell off the table into his lap.

Mom's yelling again. Be right back.

4:57pm

Dad arrived here. To take me 'home'. But my home is here. My friends are here. My boyfriend is here. I said that. But none heard me over the yelling. Lucky lee get's to be at college and away from this mess of a family, which he left behind.

Dad's now staying at the Rose. The most expensive hotel in the fucking world. Mom said it's to make me go to him. But I said I wanted to stay here. Then she left to go grocery shopping.

I just want to get out of this house.

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12:15pm

I got my wish. Left a note saying I was staying at Wednesday's. Left at around 5:30. I had to walk ½ a mile just to get to her house. Hilary and Michelle were there already. They said they just rang to invite me but obviously, I was coming.

We played truth or dare. It might be a kiddies' game but it became useful. Especially when Michelle asked Wednesday, what her real name was.

Veronica Chloe James.

Us three almost fell off our seats when she said that. Hilarious. Then Hilary got dared to leave a sexy message on Kai's cell. We had to leave the room just so Kai couldn't hear us laughing.

Last night was great.

Until I had to come home.

1/7

1:15am

I am in a park. Waiting for Tala. I am 3 miles outside of Bridge Waters. I ran away. Dad and mom had another fight in front of me this morning. Once they both left for their lawyers, I left. Packed up and walked my way to this park. Haven't been writing much. Went shopping yesterday. Brought new black stockings.

That's all I could afford. Cause mom hasn't given me my allowance.

Stupid bitch.

Where is Tala? I can barely see what I am writing. Well, that's what you get when you sitting on a park bench, under a flashing, un-bright light.

Here he is.

1/7

6:53am

I am so tired. Tala is asleep right next to me. I should have been asleep hours ago, but no. I have insomnia. I kept turning and tossing until I decided to write in this journal. Tala had to carry me to his car. It took us a while to get back cause, he's a mole and need to get petrol. We got home at 2:30.

And Tala fell asleep straight away. Lucky bastard.

I hate myself.

9:30pm

Back to hell. Actually slept when I got in. Mom left me a note saying that she was going to her sister's tonight. Rang Hilz, got her message machine. Ate. I think mom needs to buy real food, as I don't think I can live off coke, chocolate, plain chips and frozen dinners.

Why am I complaining? I love this stuff. Though I have had it for the last week. So now, I am not tired. I am so not ready to go back to school on Monday. Why does it already have to be Saturday?

I just want to fall asleep and never wake up. Or to be in a different life.

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3:45am

GUESS NOT.

I HATE MY MOTHER.

I HATE MY FATHER.

I HATE MY FAMILY.

I HATE MY BROTHER.

I HATE MY LIFE.

I HATE MYSELF.

4:57am

Why do I write in this thing?

What is the point when it just makes me more depressed.

I give up.

Officially.

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Ms. Hiwatari