Best Fake Friend.

Dear Diary,
I'm storm and I've just turned sixteen. I'm in love with my best-friend Blake. I don't know what to do. His girlfriend is the definition of S.L.U.T. She constantly starts her crap with me. I just don't understand what he sees in her. I wish, just wish he could be mine.

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12. That 30% Chance.

Dear Diary,

I was wrong. That 30% chance. It happened. My baby. My baby Joel didn't pull through. I don't know why, I don't know how. Not even the doctors do. They were separated. They both lived, until a few minutes later. It just stopped. His heart just stopped. Maybe he lost too much blood? No. They told me that they hardly bled at all. Maybe he was in too much pain? No. They were knocked out, put under anesthetic. Anything that could have caused him to die, didn't happen. This is what I don't understand. This is what they don't understand. I do not understand any of this stuff going on right now. 

Blake is distraught and so are my parents. I need to be strong for them, and for likkle Billie. Billie is really my main priority right now, no-one else. I don't care what anyone says; she needs her mummy, so mummies going to be there for her.  

Anyway, I'm going to go, Billie needs feeding and Blake isn't paying any attention to her right now, 

Goodnight,

ѕтоrm

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