Dear Diary, She was here in class today. Stupid Mrs. Cook. She's very nice though. I just don't like her and Mr. Senate together. He's mine! He's my obsession. My love.

I'm jealous but I wanna be her. I admire her. She's pretty. I wanna be with Mr. Senate so bad. He's so great. I miss my sister Abbie so much. She's on some island called "Glory." Half way across the US. The woman I call mom isn't my mom. She's my best friend's Mom. I live here because My life over there is a personal hell. I wanna be little again.

I wonder what dying is like? Do you go anywhere? If I go anywhere It will be hell. I hear foot steps in the hall. I must go. -Ana- April 6th 2002