Dear my loving dairy,
Hello. I'm Charlotte but everyone calls me Charlie. I don't really having nothing to do till I leave next month to the great New York City. So, I will be writing to you my humble dairy that has to hear all about my amazing life as an American teenage idiot. Lets start off with how my glorious week began. It was 4th or 5th period when my dearest old friend had presented his report. Soon it had ended with:
"Aren't you tired of fixing the things that shouldn't have been broken in the first place?" asked the lovely John. He stares at me while saying thanks to Mr. Tate knowing that I know that his stupid report about failure was about me. I don't understand how we got to this point of him hating my guts and wanting me to leave out of state already. I know that I'm not like the most honest nor caring friend in the world but I'm not the one who ratted him out.
The thing is that everyone already knew about "his secret" that wasn't even a real secret. But you know once you tell someone the whole damn world fines out. He wanted people to know and this should be like weight being lifted off his shoulders. Nope, not for him. The thing about John is that no matter what he does he has to put the fault on someone. And that would be me. Hello everyone I'm Charlie and I'm the failure to John's life. The damn baby that can't accept that his boyfriend doesn't want him since he came out the closet.
I don't know how he's even going to live without me. I have always been his go to girl for like everything. He will miss me sooner or later. He better hope its soon so we can both go live in New York City together and get out of this hell whole of a town. But for right now I'm going to sleep in my ordinary bed, in my ordinary house, and in my ordinary town. Talk to you later.
Your True Love,
Charlie Babe
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