Dear Reader,

Dear Reader,
If you find this, then I'll be really grateful if you read it. If you find it, you should know that you were chosen. You should know that you were sent from heaven to me, because for me, reading this would be the most helpful thing anyone can do.
I didn't know my life would change like this, reader. I didn't know things could get this bad, but it's okay. I'm still grateful, at least I have something to write with and someone to write for. Writing can really be helpful. If you're mad about something, reader, I think you should write about it, it helps.
I hope I don't make you cry, reader, because if you're reading this right now, you're special to me, and I don't like to make people cry. Especially if I care about them.
I'm sorry for what you're about to read. I'm sorry to write it.
Here's my story.
(Author's Note: The story's rated yellow because it has too much aggression in it.)


2. Chapter Two

~Author's Note~

As I said earlier; don't judge a book but its first two chapters. 

It will get more interesting in the next chapter xD 




5th - June - 2013


Dear Reader, 

As I get home mum asked me, "How was your day?" And it kinda hit me when she asked it today. I should be telling you about my days, and how they were. And I'm still not really sure why, but it's grandma's wish. 


So today was really good, school was fine, boring as usual, but it was fine. I study hard and I'm an honor student, but I'm not a nerd. I chill, and have fun, but at the same time, I know that I have to study. I don't do it just for me, I do it for my parents. They payed me to get in school, and I want to pay them back by my good marks. 

I'm really in a good relationship with my family. I'm not like other teenage boys, I mean, I kinda am but I guess I'm a bit more responsible some times, and more family oriented. 

Anyway, I wish I could know how you look like, reader. 

I mean, are you tall, are you short? Are you fat, thin? What's the color of your eyes? Your hair? I - I wish I could know these things about you. Well, you may know some things about me, if you went looking for me. But I'll have to ask you not to. My life would be so complicated if I discovered that some stranger knows so much about my life when I get old - And I'm not saying that you're a stranger, you're definitely not. Actually, you have every right to hear my story and to know about me more. I'll consider you as my friend from now on, and I hope you won't mind it. 

I will not tell you how I look like, and I'll keep it to your imagination. Start imagining something in your head, a picture of me. How do I look? Am I handsome? Do I look like a geek? Just try to imagine how I look like, and keep that picture in your head, keep it good. I will not describe to you how I look like, nor will I put you a picture. This way, no one can get disappointed. 

It's nearly twilight now, and I haven't done my homework yet. This year's really harder than the previous one, and I really can't wait till I finish it. 

I'll stop for a second, my phone's ringing. 


Sorry, it was my friend Eric. He called to tell me that he got two tickets for a baseball match for tomorrow. I said I'll go with him. Baseball's always been something important and fun for me, it's my favorite sport. 

So yeah, I think these are enough things about me and my day for now. I'll probably write tomorrow after I finish my homework or something. 

Take care. 

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