Dear Diary...

I like books, there words dig into me, I feel them. Words. Words are confusing no-one understands them, so I decided to write down my story. Love? What does love really mean? Heres how my story starts......

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9. Bully

Love. James. Words. I love these three words more than anything else in my world. James. We walk into school. All the girls knew about "us" and looked as if they were gonna pounce onto me. I took a step closer to James. Anger. I hate that word. It feels, it feels...... angry. Not gentle or calm. Angry. James needs the toilet he kisses me on the head and marches off. This is the first time I have been without him and I'm scared. 

"Hey, you." A girl shoved me to the bathroom and locked the door. I. Am. Scared. She punched me and I fell onto the floor in shock my lip was bleeding and the girl blew another punch at me....

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