Dear Diary,


    Today has gone, so far, smoothly. I'm expecting a call from a dear friend of mine, who wishes to take another friend of mine and me to the mall. I still have not asked my family about it. I'm sure they won't mind.
    Weeks go on weeks, monthes go on monthes as my other friend, Makesha, has left us forever. A fight brought this on, and jealousy. Makesha has been my idol for 6 years. Oh, how I miss her so.
    Again I must leave you, Diary. For my mother wishes me to work with her and soon, the travelling must comense. I hope to talk to you soon Diary. Thank you for your listening and understanding pages.

Chelsea

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