School Project 5

((Your wish is my command, readers! Lol! I mean that I'm going to write outside off the diary.))

KELLY

I walked to my next class, which, happened to have the diary in it. I grumbled on. I was about to walk through the door when I bumped into someone and tumbled to the ground. "Watch out, moron!" I said to the unknown figure. It was a boy who was taller than me. He had the coldest eyes I had ever seen, they were dark brown almost black. I shuddered. It felt like I was being sucked into a black abyss. (It's Jake, just to let y'all know!)

He grunted and continued on, not even offering to help me up. I flipped him off and got up. I walked into the class and ripped the notebook from my teacher's hand. I flopped down in my seat and read threw the other entries.

Dear Nick,

It doesn't offend me, much. I understand where you are coming from. Gosh it's hard to write when you're so pissed off. I was about to go into my classroom when I ran into this guy and he knocked me down. The bastard didn't even help me up. All he did was grunt!

Gah! Stupid fucking bastard! Though I do feel better now after flipping him off and saying these names but I still feel guilty. I hate talking behind people's back it makes me feel as dirty as them.

Still pissed off,

Kimmy :(

CORY

I slowly walked into class. My teacher jumped me and shoved the notebook in my face. "Alright!" I said grabbing it. "I'll write!"

Dear Notebook People Whom I Don't Know,

I hate writing in this stupid thing! It gives me nothing but trouble. I mean I go and try to talk to the person I like and they just keep brushing me off. WTF! I did nothing to piss her off. Why me???!!!??

Oh sorry about what happened with you Kimmy and that's great Dave and sorry Nick I don't know how to handle those situations!

The ever duped,

Mike

KYLE

"I don't want to talk about it!" I screamed at Shelly. "You and I are through! You cheated on me and there is nothing you can do to change it!"

"I was drunk! I didn't me to!" she whimpered.

"So? That doesn't matter!" I said. "What matters is that if I stay with you I would worry about wether or not you would do it again and I don't want to!" I turned away from her and stalked to my next class.

I took the notebook and turned to a fresh page.

Dear people,

She actually thought she could get back with me! I mean I would but I don't want to carry around the burden of worrying about if she would do it again. I just wouldn't be able to take it.

If it was something minor I would but this is just to great of a problem to just brush it away as if it never happened. Some people are just plan stupid!

Nick