Dear Diary,
The day was cold as they continue to get colder. Summer changed to Autumn and melted to winter. Nothing much happened today besides the constant fear of walking the halls of Highschool. The fear of getting jumped and beaten as it happens quite frequently, they see me as one thing and one thing only... a punching bag. In their eyes I'm just a scrawny little sophomore who they can beat up. To take their feelings out on me, of course, I'm not the only one, but still doesn't that seem unfair to you?
-L.J