Just because I found you in an old bookshelf doesn't mean I like you. First of all, I don't even know why I'm writing in you. Why am I writing in you? I don't know. Is it because I'm bored and have nothing to do? Probably.
Since a diary is something about yourself, this is a picture of me!:
And this is a picture of my sister, Alyssa:
We also live with a cat named Riley:
This is my best bud, Jasper:
And he has a cat too, named Puddles:
And then stupid Olivia:
Man, I hate her. And then Simon, a buddy. He's in his Senior year!
And his girlfriend, Kate; but everybody calls her Sugar:
You are probably wondering: What about your Dad? Or your mother? Well, I don't have any. I live in an apartment with Alyssa and that's that. The people there let me stay even though I'm not 18; they're pretty nice. Well, I'm going to write about today. Today I got mugged in an alley, locked in the bathroom on purpose by Olivia and had to climb out through the air vents and fell into the nurse's office and had to be sent home for bad injuries while Simon took Alyssa home from school. I really wish that the teachers knew that Olivia was evil. They all think she's from heaven because she always volunteers to help and turns all of her assignments in early. Get a BRAIN people! Look at the facts: She always uses the bathroom when I do; she's always on my back; it's scary, like she was paid to watch me or something. That reminds me; we live in a bad neighborhood, and I can't protect our apartment tonight because I'm injured, and Alyssa's only in elementary. We'll be sleeping in fear tonight.
I hate Olivia.
Today I was barely killed. Worst of all, I can't report to the police because I'll be the one ending up in jail. But that didn't happen because I stepped foot in the wrong alley or something like that. It's because of Olivia.
I was walking home when I saw somebody following me. I ran swiftly into an alley without noticing there was a gate in it. I then saw Olivia grin evilly and then slam it. I banged on the gate, but it wouldn't open. Then I saw that there were gangsters in this alley. They were like savages except for the part that they were actually dressed.
"Oh, look." One said. "Dinner."
I pounded on the gate harder, but it was still locked. Then the dog grabbed me, but thankfully another one said they could hold me for ransom. I told them Jasper's house so that I wouldn't be put in jail; Jasper and his parents know. Then they knocked me out.
