The Diary

This is a story about a girl named Jess. At 17 and being poor, Jess gets bullied at school everyday. Right before her father walked out, she was given a diary to keep her life in. That was 4 years ago, now she lives in Doncaster, England with her abusive alcoholic mother.


4. The Accident



         We parked along the street since we wouldn't be in the building long. I walked in the back door that led to the football field just to get tripped then I fall on my face. I didn't even know what tripped me until I saw Janet, the devil, and her demons walk away snickering. Cloud then began to help me up. 

"I don't even know why I dated her. All she did was make me feel good and you feel bad. I should have ended our relationship a long time ago," said Cloud looking at Janet disgusted.

          He finally realized this after she made the last four months of high school suck. Now, it's going to be a living hell. I could positively tell she was just getting started.

          Once Cloud finally helped me up, we went straight to the lost and found. It had to be there, no one cared about me enough to read it anyway. I basically speed walked to the front office to find my diary. I was dodging people like the world's greatest dodge ball player dodging dodge balls. Cloud, the captain of the football team, was struggling to keep up.

          I finally made it to the main office, it would have been easier to get there if we entered on the front side of school. I asked Ms. Coi, an Asian, to see if I could look through the lost and found box. It took so long for me to tell her what I needed because I was wheezing, Cloud just had entered the room. I just had to calm down, I didn't have my inhaler. I didn't have an inhaler period. When my breathing was under control, I then asked her. Sure enough, she let me look through the box. I basically toppled over the box once I got to it. I threw everything out of the box like a girl looking through her dirty clothes pile to find her favorite jeans. It wasn't there either. I slowly walked out of the room, my head bowed. I waited outside the office for Cloud. I knew he was picking up the mess I made. I buried my face into my hands and cried.

"Awwww..... is the poor baby crying?" said Janet in a mother's baby voice. Her demons automatically laughed at her joke.

"What did I ever do to you? Why are you so mean to me?" I asked lifting my face from my hands. All the color quickly drained from her face and she shot angry eyes at her demons and they immediately hushed.

"You know exactly what you did," she flipped her hair while sashaying away with her demons mimicking her. Cloud walked out to see his ex walking down the hall forming a aisle through the crowd of people.

"What did she do?" asked Cloud through his teeth. He was angry, either because I'm crying, or because she missed his girlfriend. What happened between them anyway?

"Nothing," I lied, "What happen between you two?"

"We broke up," his arms flexed as if he wanted to punch something, but seconds later he softened.

"It's not here," I said standing up wiping my face hoping it turn out stain free when I was done. I knew it wouldn't be, my make up ran. I had to go to the restroom and completely take it off. I excused myself from Cloud and went to the restroom. I walked in to see a rainbow of streaks smudge on my face. They ran together and I smeared it... great. It was going to be harder to get it off now. As I was finishing wiping off my face, I heard the intercom call my name to go to the principal's office. I instantly thought aloud, "My diary". I rushed to the office already to see Cloud more sad than mad, he was pacing back and forth across the room. I swiftly walked passed him and sat down in the chair provided for me. I didn't see my diary anywhere, it was even worse news.

"You're mother was in a car accident," choked out Ms. Blair. It must have been hard for her to say, she seemed to regain the color she had lost earlier. It hit me with a shock, but I wasn't upset. I wasn't angry, I wasn't happy, I wasn't anything. I was emotionless and a loss for words.


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