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KELLY

"Woah. . ." I said after I read the notebook. "I think there is a huge triangle thing going on in this but no one knows who is who. . ." I looked over the previous posts. 'Someone's going to slip up soon and say their name.' I thought. 'It's just a matter of time."

Dear Anyone,

So. . .I guess I should tell everyone. I'm not living at home anymore and I need to find a place to stay. I am sick and tired of my mom's ridiculing. The only problem is, I have no place to stay. I'm currently living at the park. Sometimes I'm even mistaken for a prostitute.

But I like it there better than being at home. Actually, home has always been the park. I remember going there every night since my dad left us when my mom became a whore. Yes, that's right, I called my own mom a whore.

See, she has become a thing of the past. I do not have to worry about her and she doesn't have to worry about me. Actually it's always been that way. She never really resembled a mother to me. When I was in 8th grade I had to walk to my promotion because my mom was with a guy. Do you know how humiliating it is to go to a promotion and no one is there cheering you on?

I give up,

Kimmy

CORY

Dear Kimmy, Nick, and Dave,

Oh geez! I think I'm balling now. Not just because of your sad story, Kimmy, but because the teachers here are screw-ups. I hate them! Turns out, I'm getting all B's instead of F's. Apparently there is another Cory at this school who is failing and they mixed us up.

Dave, I think so. I'm not completly sure but he's got almost black eyes and black hair. He has two lip peircings. I guess that isn't much of a help but oh well.

Nick, it seems like girls aren't really your thing. But it'll come to you one day unless your bi or gay. Then guys will come to you. I don't mean to sound insulting either.

Sincerely,

Mike