Dear Daddy,
I know that you won't believe me anyway, but I've been telling the truth the whole time. The rest of the students, I guess, can't comprehend that I feel the need for solitude and silence that I have.
As to the journal entries, why shouldn't I be angry? That drunk driver took a lot away from me and gave me nothing in return but pain. I can't even play softball anymore thanks to him. I used to use the game for tension release, but now I have to use my writing for that purpose.
The reason that I don't speak up in class the way I used to is because of three reasons. Number one, because I don't trust anyone to know what I'm talking about, number two is because all they do is laugh, and that includes the teachers, and they treat me like I'm some stupid piece of trash that suddenly decided to show up in the class; and number three is because I don't want anyone looking at me. I'm hideous.
I know that I'll never be pretty like the other girls, even though that's really all I want. I feel like I've been deserted by my friends and it hurts. Morgan and Faith were both back about the same time that I was, but their boyfriends decided that they wanted to stay with them.
Mine called me fat and ugly to my face, yelling it at me in front of the whole school, breaking up with me. I never felt as low as I did that day. I could see the pity and revulsion in their eyes. Is it any wonder that I escape to my mind all the time now?
A.J.
I know that you won't believe me anyway, but I've been telling the truth the whole time. The rest of the students, I guess, can't comprehend that I feel the need for solitude and silence that I have.
As to the journal entries, why shouldn't I be angry? That drunk driver took a lot away from me and gave me nothing in return but pain. I can't even play softball anymore thanks to him. I used to use the game for tension release, but now I have to use my writing for that purpose.
The reason that I don't speak up in class the way I used to is because of three reasons. Number one, because I don't trust anyone to know what I'm talking about, number two is because all they do is laugh, and that includes the teachers, and they treat me like I'm some stupid piece of trash that suddenly decided to show up in the class; and number three is because I don't want anyone looking at me. I'm hideous.
I know that I'll never be pretty like the other girls, even though that's really all I want. I feel like I've been deserted by my friends and it hurts. Morgan and Faith were both back about the same time that I was, but their boyfriends decided that they wanted to stay with them.
Mine called me fat and ugly to my face, yelling it at me in front of the whole school, breaking up with me. I never felt as low as I did that day. I could see the pity and revulsion in their eyes. Is it any wonder that I escape to my mind all the time now?
A.J.