I can't believe this is happening. What does my algebra teacher have
against me? I never told anybody who it was that had raped me.
Everybody thinks that it was one of the boys from one of my classes. I swear that I never told anyone.
I don't understand why he isn't letting me go home, or why he keeps me literally chained to the bed. There is a chain that is latched around my ankle, just long enough for me to go to the bathroom.
At least he's letting me write to my diary. I would go stir crazy if he didn't.
I want to go home. I miss my dad. I wonder what he's doing at the moment, and realize that he probably believes the note that Mr. Sanderson left telling him that I was running away.
I feel lower than a snakes' belly. I can't understand why I let him in, when I knew that he was probably up to no good.
He's probably made sure that Dad hates me now. I know that I've disappointed him once again.
Stretcher is probably on duty, so I can't call him for advice. But then again, it would be a miracle if I could get to a phone.
I lost the baby last night. I don't know what it was that was in the drink that was given to me, but I do know that it caused me to miscarry.
Mr. Sanderson told me that he didn't want me pregnant on our wedding night, which he revealed to me last night, is to be Saturday evening, when he gets back.
God help me, but I hope that something happens to him before then. I don't want to marry him. All I want is to be a normal teenager, but it looks like it'll never happen.
I talked to Frank Talltree the other day about charging the school for not protecting me, and for possibly suing them. He agrees that we do have a good case for it, and he's agreed to do the legal work for us if we decided to proceed.
Jeez, Uncle Snakes would come in handy right about now. I need to get out of here, the quicker, the better.
I'll close for tonight and try to write some more tomorrow when my head is clearer.
Everybody thinks that it was one of the boys from one of my classes. I swear that I never told anyone.
I don't understand why he isn't letting me go home, or why he keeps me literally chained to the bed. There is a chain that is latched around my ankle, just long enough for me to go to the bathroom.
At least he's letting me write to my diary. I would go stir crazy if he didn't.
I want to go home. I miss my dad. I wonder what he's doing at the moment, and realize that he probably believes the note that Mr. Sanderson left telling him that I was running away.
I feel lower than a snakes' belly. I can't understand why I let him in, when I knew that he was probably up to no good.
He's probably made sure that Dad hates me now. I know that I've disappointed him once again.
Stretcher is probably on duty, so I can't call him for advice. But then again, it would be a miracle if I could get to a phone.
I lost the baby last night. I don't know what it was that was in the drink that was given to me, but I do know that it caused me to miscarry.
Mr. Sanderson told me that he didn't want me pregnant on our wedding night, which he revealed to me last night, is to be Saturday evening, when he gets back.
God help me, but I hope that something happens to him before then. I don't want to marry him. All I want is to be a normal teenager, but it looks like it'll never happen.
I talked to Frank Talltree the other day about charging the school for not protecting me, and for possibly suing them. He agrees that we do have a good case for it, and he's agreed to do the legal work for us if we decided to proceed.
Jeez, Uncle Snakes would come in handy right about now. I need to get out of here, the quicker, the better.
I'll close for tonight and try to write some more tomorrow when my head is clearer.