TWISTED [hiding]

Dear Diary,

 

Hi! My name is Abbie, Abbie May Jones and I'm 16, I was born on Saturday, 6th March 1993 at 06:55am in St Judes Hospital in Atlanta.

I have long hair which is straight and golden brown. I have twinkly brown eyes, but sometimes they turn green-ish, weird right?

I'm not a shortie, but i'm not a Tallie, just in the middle.

My parents, Kelly Jones and Brandon Jones, split up when I was 10 months old. Brandon left me, and my mom by ourselves, great start to my life, NOT :/

Anyway after about 1 month after the split up, me and my mom moved to Stratford, Ontario, Canada. I think she wanted to because she wanted to get away from the problems.

When we moved in the first person we saw and met was Jordon, Jordon Parke. He was there to show us around. Jordon told us a bit about himself and then said that he is a Segway designer & maker, cool right? 

My mom and Jordon are close friends now. Maybe more than friends? 

He even invited us to some restaurant called J'adore, I'm obviously not gonna come! You know why? I can tell he loves my mom, and I don't wanna ruin it for them, it will be the best if they are alone, maybe he'll propose? :p

 

Anyway, some of that stuff above sounds like a cool life, right? 

Well guess what...

It's not cool. It's not nice. It's super horrible!

I had loads of good friends in Primary. But then we all went different Secondary Schools.

So here it starts...

 

It all started in Year 7.

I joined just a week after everyone else, because I was on a holiday in Paris. Everyone was friends by then and they had their own 'Gangs'.

 

Anyway I remember everything so clearly. I can see everything perfectly in my mind.

 

It was break-time and 4 girls came up to me. They introduced themselfes, Vanessa (Nessa), Jasmine (Jazz), Samantha (Sammy) and Rebecca (Becca). They were ever so nice! We became best friends. We were with each-other like 24/7!

 

Sounds great, right?, new friends, new school, new start.?

Well guess what...It won't be now...

 

It was about 3 months later.

I went to school as usual and finally got to the gate. I started waiting for them. 1 minute passed, 3, 5, 7, 9 and then 10. I decided that they aren't gonna come so I went into our classroom. Here they were, my best friends. They were all standing in the corner, gossiping, as usual. I was slowly coming up to them when I heard them say my name, I just ignored it, cause I thought they were planning some extra cool party. Then I finally got to them. I was about to say Hey and do our handshake when the most horrible words ever hit me. 'What the hell are you doing here you &£$# ?! We hate you, go away else you'll DIE!'.

Then EVERYONE joined in, all my so called 'friends'. I couldn't believe my ears and eyes. It was the most horrid thing ever! I didn't wanna start crying, I was trying not to, But I couldn't stop my self, I cried. I didn't want anyone to see me cry so I ran to my seat and buried my head into my hands and hands into legs.

I then heard the teacher coming in, I quickly stopped crying and acted normal, as if nothing had ever happened, I didn't want her to know anything at all.

 

I remember it was French then. I sat right in the middle. On my own. With knowing that EVERYONE hates me. Great.

I remember I was getting my work done 'J'adore de trampol-' when something hit me on the head. I thought it was an accident cause people always throw paper airplanes around. So I started finishing my work of 'ine parce que super' Just when I finished writing BILLIONS of paper airplanes hit me. This was not an accident. It hurt me, bad. Some of them even had pins, gum etc in them. After even worse started, people started throwing chewed chewing gum in my hair, pulling my hair out and all that. I couldn't ignore that. I had enough.

 

I stormed out of the classroom and sat in the corner of the lockers. I was trying to hide. But I knew someone will find me there. But there was no time to change hiding places. I heard voices.  It was Vanessa, Jasmine, Samantha and Rebecca. Great. Then I heard them say 'There she is' and do their 'evil laugh'. Oh no. Please. Leave me alone.

They came up to me. I was scared as hell. Vanessa & Rebecca & Jasmine grabbed me. There was no way I could escape. Then Samantha took my bag. Oh no. She slowly opened it and threw thing by thing downstairs. No! She can't! I was trying to escape, I tried to bite. But I wasn't strong enough. It was too late by then, Samantha threw everything. But, she had a sorry look. A real sorry look. She ment it. Samantha was the nicest one of the gang to be honest. I think the only reason she's with the gang is not to be alone and not to be picked on... Anyway everything was downstairs now, wrecked. My favorite picture of my dad, me and mom was covered with my black Permanent Marker and yogurt. I couldn't look at it. 

 

They let me go. Thank God. 

 

I ran downstairs to get my books. They were all dirty. Every single page ripped out. What will I say to the teacher? That Vanessa, Jasmine, Samantha and Rebecca wrecked them? Hell no! I'm keeping everything to myself.

That's all I remember, but I am sure there was more to it.

 

Anyway I am now in Year 12. I'm a Six Former! Yay!I am studying Photography, since I wanna be a photographer. Photography is Amazing, all the amazing pictures!

Sounds fun, right?Well guess what...

It's not...

 

I try ever so hard with all my tests and work! I wanna be a professional.

But I just CAN'T concentrate! 

 

You know why?

 

Yep, you got it right.

Vanessa, Jasmine, Samantha and Rebecca.

 

Oh gosh. God, PLEASE tell me WHY? WHY IS IT ME? WHY DO I GET PICKED ON? DID I EVER DO ANYTHING BAD TO THEM? DID I EVER HURT THEM? DID I? DID I? DID I? Oh PLEASE tell me. I can't live like that anymore! It has been 5 years! 5 FRICKING YEARS! I CAN'T COPE WITH ALL THAT ANYMORE! IT'S TOO MUCH! IT'S SO TWISTED! IT HAS TO END... One way... Or The other...

 

So yesterday I was thinking how to make it all stop...

Before I write something, I just wanna say, by mommy, I will always love you. Take care.

 

On Monday you stared.

On Tuesday you kicked my chair.

On Wednesday you called me sad.

On Thursday you hid by bag.

On Friday you pulled my hair.

On Saturday you made a dare.

On Sunday I wasn't there.