Danae Giles

Liar, Liar, Pants on fire!

Dear Diary, It’s me again writing to you late at night under the covers while the radio plays softly in the background. I want to tell you something; I know I haven’t written to you in a while and I’m sorry. Starting this new school is hard because it’s a prep and I’m not used to so much homework or these high expectations. Anyway, let’s not get into that ‘cause that’s not what I want to talk about. I have a bully. Again, yes, of course. It always happens, there has to be one. Her name is Priscilla, she’s different from the other bully’s. Not as mean and she hasn’t pushed me or anything. Her style mostly involves pranks or just being annoying, but she also has this odd way of being around when something not cool happens to me. I think I have a curse, but I swear it’s true. Last week, she came around the corner at exactly the perfect time to see me pick my nose. I mean come on! Not a coincidence, it’s fate, and I’m cursed. I have tried my best to be nice, but I can’t take it anymore. She has got to be stopped. Tomorrow I will tell her she needs to stop bullying me or else… and by else, I mean… well I haven’t gotten that far but I just might tell on her. Ugh, see you later and wish me good luck!