>be me
>senior in highschool, 18
>have diary i have been keeping for some months
>in it i draw pooner gore, pooners getting dismembered, guts ripped out, decapitation, etc
>bring diary to school with me every day
>one day i come home and it isnt in my bag
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>”its ok im sure its in my locker”
>go to school the next day
>its not in my locker
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>check lost and found
>not there
>check every classroom for my classes
>not there
>starting to hyperventilate
>school day is almost over
>walking to last class
>there it is
>a group of freshman are walking down the hall, leafing through the pages of my diary
>go poonrage mode and grab the book
>the freshman has an iron grip
>we wrestle
>a crowd is gathering
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>people are staring
>i dig my nails into his forearm
>he screams and lets go
>i run away with the book
>teacher yells “what the hell is going on here”
>don’t stop, just keep running until I get to my next class
>sit down at my desk, put the diary in my bag
>wait to be called to the office, planning my suicide
>get halfway through last class
>no one calls my name over the intercom
>”well they must be waiting until after school then”
>class ends
>still nothing
>i leave the building
>no one stops me
Do I even bother going back? I faked being sick so I could skip today. Picrel is the book in question + one of the drawings