No One,
It has come to my concern that no one really cares about me, even Dad and Daddy have given up on me, and I have no clue why. They just said they needed time today, I'm not quite sure what that means, but they are going on a two year trip.
I hope somebody notices at school how upset I am, past the demeanour I usually set up. No one will, I already know that, but is it so wrong to hope?
It's only been a day since I received this diary and already I have received four slushies and someone thought it'd be funny to push the 'freak' down the stairs in the front of the building. I have to be out of any extra activity for two weeks and am currently using crutches. I managed to get them in pink.
Pink is my favourite color, not because it's girly or anything like that. It reminds me of the love and compassion I used to receive. Pink is one of the colors that can represent love. I have none. No matter how much I give to others. Pink is warm and makes me feel alive. When you're alive you get all pink when you get too hot or too cold. That is why I enjoy pink.
I recently have noticed I do have man-hands, as Quinn and Santana so affectionately call me. Not at all affectionate, but if I believe it is, the pain doesn't sting as much.
Rachel Barbara Berry
October 15th.