Enough is Enough

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I'm going to try something new. I'll write the story partly in diary-form and partly in normal-way-thingy. SO now read the story. Comment and give me advice, and do tell me if you want it mixed, without a diary or only diary.

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Wednesday, 2.35 p.m. , Mr. Buyers office

Dear Diary...

Well well well here we are again, I'm so so sorry I cut that off early I just... Mr. Buyers walked in that moment and I put you away. Please don't be mad! Oh wait! You're... a... book... Even if you could get angry (which isn't impossible) I wouldn't notice that. So MUHAHAHAHA! OK, that is mean... You listen to all my stupid thoughts and keep them (literally) inside of you, and I evil-laugh you! Awwww I'm sorry.

Anyways. I'll pick it up were I left it. At me asking Ceci How she knew all that. She said something REALLY intelligent: "I... um... well... you know... Wh..." And she hopped from one foot to the other nervously. I'm so curious!! What happened next!? My inner-audience is squealing now. But I'll have to disappoint it... She waved and walked out of the office, making sure she didn't look me in the eye.

Isn't that awkward? Yep and now I still don't know how she knew that... She is sure as hell a WEIRD person! I wonder how she found me in the first place.... The problem is that every question I can think of brings up another dozen and if I manage to answer one, which hardly ever happens, I think of even more!

I'll talk later... I just need time to think... even you can't help me now, because I can't even understand the thoughts, let alone anyone else. 

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Pura closed the small book and put it in her shoe. A weird spot to hide her diary, of course she knew that, but what else could she do? If anyone -especially her father- ever found out about it she didn't want to think about all the terrible things that would happen to her and her family. It was always her family she feared something would happen to someday. Her father didn't count. He was no family of her anymore. She clenched her hands to fists at the thought of her 'daddy'. Why couldn't her life just be simple? A nice family, enough friends, not too many secrets and a average amount of money was all she asked for.

She couldn't really pray. Her dad always complained about that, but how was she supposed to learn if no one taught her? She did ask for help a few (a lot of) times. It just never worked. She just gave up. She understood no one would really help you. You were actually on your own. Sure she had friends and everything, but how long 'till she also lost them? She tried not to think of that, it just creeped it's way back inside her head and started annoying her from there.

But if you explain it that way you'd say that she's a suicidal person full of depressions. Which she, clearly, isn't. Some things in life are just not as easy as others. Life has many bright sides. One of them being the forest she could always run to if she needed to. It brought her... safety in a weird way. On that plateau, cover by the bushes, she could daydream of a better life all she wanted. Untill reality came crashing down on her.

She still always thought that self pity was a waste of time. Just like any other pity. Try to understand the value of silence. Even if it's not there much. Some precious moments she would hear nothing but the wind blowing through the trees making the leaves rustle. No one looked at her with sympathy, was angry, hurt her or anything else that wasn't of use to her.

She wasn't stupid. She knew that there was something about Cecilia Lemon that wasn't like others. As long as Ceci would be nice and didn't turn on her like Mary had done, she would be fine. Here she goed again! Couldn't anything ever happen to her without her being suspicious about it? Probably not.

Pura looked at the clock on the wall, it said 3 o'clock. Time to leave. No one had to come. She would just go on her own. She pulled a piece of paper and a crayon from her bag. "Awesome!!! That crayon is green... Wow I never really think much off the colour green do I? There are a LOT of different shades green. This crayon looks GOOD!" She thought as she wrote a goodbye on her hello kitty sticky-note and sticked it to the empty bird cage that hung from the ceiling. Walking to the bus stop, she couldn't help but think of her place in the middle of the lake. Now that Cecilia had found out were it was, other people could also, but she doubted it. Cecilia was just someone that was observant enough to. And of course that HUGE coincidence would do the trick. How else could she find my school at a moment like this.