Page 3: Dear, ….

It was a rainy day,  Arabella sat alone. She wrote in her diary the only place she felt free.

They constantly analyze me with those judgmental eyes, speaking of me… As if they have it all figured out.

Sweet, mean, funny, extraordinary, weird, lame etc. The list is never ending really. It’s hilarious however because I don’t know myself.

My parents abandoned me at an orphanage as an infant. There I stayed for fourteen years only to have my life constantly changed.

The truth is, I am extremely bitter…

At life, the world…. It’s like it seems everyone had figured me out except myself… 

December 21st 19__.

Just as she was finishing to write her entry she saw a beautiful stranger staring at her from a distance.

For five seconds… She stopped breathing.

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