November 10, 2010
Dear Journal,
Shit! Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. I can't believe it. The police are outside my house and are about to break the door down. They must have tracked down the license plate on my car. They keep yelling and telling me to exit my house with my hands on my head, but I won't. I can't surrender.
I can't let them get me. I'm sure I'll be thrown in jail for some stupid reason that the purple-haired bitch lied about. She's always out to get me, but this is just too far! If they catch me, then I won't be able to see Cathrine and I can't go much longer without Cathrine in my life. We haven't even gotten to start our life together! This isn't fair!
I have to escape, but I just looked outside and I'm completely surrounded. There are police cars and officers surrounding my whole house. I can't get out. There is no way for me to escape this unscathed.
Oh no. I can hear the officers starting to break my door down. It's almost about to fly right off its hinges. What will I do? What can I do?! At this point, I only see one option.
Thanks for listening to me all this time Journal.
-Me
Author's Note
Dun dun DUUUUUNNN! Here comes trouble.
Sorry for the short chapter! I'll be back with more later.
-Elizabeth
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