Dear Diary,


     I write to you now as a friend of mind, Vannessa, has passed away. I only found out this morning when I arrived at school. Another friend of mine, Elena, told me. I swear she was breaking down more than I ever have.
     It doesn't surprise me though that she over-dos on drugs. Her father uses them and he doesn't care if she uses them. I also found out today that her father is not in grief. I believe the exact words were "Oh she's dead". Not even a drop of grief for his only child.
     Another thing I found out this morning was that she had tried to hang herself in the girls bathroom last Thursday. I was heart-broken. I believe everyone is heart-broken about this tragic event.
      Well, I must be off. Dinner calls and I must sing for my supper. I hope to talk to you soon, Diary...You trully hold my secrets within the palm of your hand.

Chelsea