Cinderella's Journal

May 2007
5:29 PM WEDT

Ok, what do you do? My parents are practically forcing me to go to veterinary school when i want to be a writer and i like my best friend. i just wanna scream!

please! someone help me!

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2 comment(s) - 05:48 AM - 07/19/2007

Mar 2007
10:31 PM WEDT

Johanna Davidson sat in the front seat of the volkswaggen beatle he father was driving down a busy highway. Jo was listening to her mp3 player wishing she could go back home, wherever home was. She didn't know where she was born because her father didn't like talking about it. Jo's mother had died when she was two due to an etopic pregnancy and that's why they moved the first time. Her father refused to talk about Jo's mother and every time something went on in his career or love life they moved once again. Jo bent down and shifted her backpack which contained her helmet, elbow and knee pads for her skateboard. She looked down at her crumpled jeans and the blue t-shirt that she was asked to put on at four o'clock in the morning. She had shoulder length blonde hair she had briefly brushed this morning. Her dad had short brown hair and dressed similarly to Jo. He had taught her how to skateboard and how to play basketball. 'Dad, do we have to do this? Can't we just stay in Conalville? You know I was in love with Jamie!' Jo questioned her father as she looked at him. 'Johanna! We've discussed this a million times before! I couldn't take the stress of work.' Her Dad answered as he changed gear. 'So it's okay to move when something goes wrong in your life, but when it comes to failed tests and breaking up with boyfriends, not that I've ever experienced what it's like to have a boyfriend, you just tell me to calm down! You never even give me a chance to go on one date with a guy I like!' Jo pointed out. 'Johanna Caitlin Gabriella Davidson! Now lose the attitude!' Jo turned and looked at the buildings and trees speeding past her. She started wondering what he mother would have said. Her mother, Alyson Davidson, had died when Jo was two due to an ectopic pregnancy. Jo had kept all the photos her Dad had given her. Her father pulled into into a drive way and the car slowly halted to a stop. 'We're here!' He stated cheerily. Jo rolled her eyes and grabbed her backpack. Her father unlocked the door and went in. She stared down the street at the houses. They all had the same mossy brickwork and the same peeling paint. She turned and stepped into her new house.

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Mar 2007
12:56 PM WEDT

Dear Journal, Ever wondered what it's like to be famous? I mean, have the whole world know your name and have girls wishing they were you and boys wishing they were dating you. I mean it's never gonna happen to me, I can't sing, I can't act and I can sort of write but, none of my books are gonna get published, I mean I'm a thirteen year old girl.

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1 comment(s) - 01:07 PM - 03/22/2007

Mar 2007
9:02 PM WEDT

Dear Journal, I'm sat here in my recliner seat writing this with my mp3 player on full blast. Why? Because my Dad's a rugby addict and it's England vs. Wales. I just need someone to talk to. I mean, schoolsucks, no one notices me at home and me and my best friend are fighting. I mean, what am I supposed to do. It's as if I do one mistake and the whole world turns against me. Is there anyone out there who loves me for me...and not because they feel sorry for me? The only place I feel I can be myself is when I'm singing, writing, or playing sports. I know I'm not good at any of them but...I enjoy them. What do I have to do in this world to get noticed? It's a place of lyers, cheaters and jerks. When does anyone tell the truth? Anyway...any guys out there from england, message me.

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Mar 2007
6:54 PM WEDT

Hi. I'm Rachel. I'm a teenager and I'm kind of a writer. I mostly write poetry but i don't think I'm that good at it. My favourite subject is English and just for the record...I'm not exactly popular. In my following entries, I will be writing my thoughts and feelings. I'm not one of those girls who write down what happens everyday because in my opinion, it's a waste of ink AND paper. Anyway...I have a poem that NEEDS to be written before I forget it. Cya later.

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