HERE IT IS MANDY! I hope you love it. I worked incredibly hard.

 

 

Dear, dear diary, I wanna tell my secrets. Cuz you’re the only one that I know will keep them.

                        -Pink “Dear Diary”

 

 

 

Dear Diary,

            Today was the first day of school. I saw Jared today. He gave me the meanest look. Like it was my fault all this happened. My fault he was stuck between two rocks and a hard place. When it wasn’t. It is his fault really. His girlfriend decided not to come to the party and I did. Well, lets just say the party got out of hand, and he decided I was the one for him. Well, I disagreed. And there was fight and I caused a scene. The police came and it was a big mess. But it wasn’t my fault. But for some weird reason, I feel like this day is going to get worse.

            -Mandy; August 27, 2008

 

Dear Diary,

            I can’t take it anymore. My arms… they hurt. The blues and purples will be hard to hide tomorrow at school.

            -Mandy; August 27, 2008

 

Dear Diary,

            Today was a pretty good day. I met a really nice guy. His name is Joe. He moved here from New Jersey. He saw my arms. I had to itch them. Oh, it was painful. It really was. He realized what was going on once he saw those colors. I looked him in the eyes. He asked me what they were. I told him I didn’t want to talk about it. He seemed to understand. This was a first in my book.

 

Dear Diary,

            Today was my first day of school in the middle of nowhere. It was a pretty boring day. I met a girl. She was shy. Mysterious. She looked sad for some reason. She itched her arm, pulling up her sleeve. Her arm was covered in purplish blue spots. I looked at her. I didn’t want to know, but me being me, I asked her. She didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t blame her. I was curious. But I respected that. I hope she will tell me sooner or later. I just want to help.

 

Dear Diary,

 

Dear Diary,

           

            Today was a boring day. WAS is the key word. It was boring until Mandy walked up to me in the hall. She was silent for a second. I turn to face her. She had tears down running down her face. I wrapped her in my arms. It felt sort of awkward. It was only my second day and I was already the chosen shoulder to cry on. We stood there for a moment. I heard her whisper in my ear “I need someone to talk to. Will you listen?” I nodded my head. I told her to meet me back at my locker and we could walk to my house. After school she walked to my house with me. We were silent the whole way. It was sort of awkward. We went straight to my room. We sat on the bed for a while and she told her story. She had been beat by her dad a couple times, more often now that her mom was gone. And she was afraid. Afraid of what was going to happen next. I held her while she cried. I know that what her dad was doing was wrong. And while I was thinking it through, I realized that she had fallen asleep in my arms. I unwrapped my arms around her and laid her on my bed and went downstairs where my mom was sitting on the couch. I told her everything. She picked up the phone and called Child Protection Services. Within one hour, someone was here to check her out. Mandy walked down the stairs, makeup running down her face from our makeshift therapy session when they got here. She sat on my lap and I wrapped my arms around her while she showed them her arms. It was quite sad. The lady said that Mandy had to stay with us while they found her dad. They found him about an hour later. She is staying here now. I think I want to tell her I love her. Because I do. She is writing in her journal next to me. I wonder if she likes me too.

            -Joe; August 29, 2008

 

Dear Diary,

            I told Joe my story. He understood me. No one has ever understood me before. His mom called Child Protection Services. I had to show them my arms. I was sort of scared to. But Joe pulled me into his lap and told me that she was here to help me. After that she left and they found my dad. He’s gone. I never have to see him again. I am staying at Joe’s for now. Gosh he keeps trying to read my diary. Got to go… defending my thoughts waits.

 

Dear Diary,

            Joe told me he loved me. I told him I love him too. Finally a relationship that I don’t have to be afraid of. Joseph Adam Jonas and Mandy Anne Lane, diary, this just feels right.

            -Mandy; August 29, 2008

 

 

 

Dear, dear diary, I wanna tell my secrets. Cuz you’re the only one that I know will keep them.