Dear Diary,

Will and Jennifer were eating lunch together today.

The sight of it stung. I thought she was my friend.

I knew her since the sixth grade.

I guess her ego is more important than friendship.

Will called for me. I ran away, tears swelling in my eyes.

He ran after me. I tripped and broke my wrist.

He tripped to comfort me. I pushed him away.

Jennifer kicked my wrist. I think she may have permanently damaged it.

At least, that's what the doctor said. No one believes me. They think Jennifer is a nice person.

Guess what Diary, she not.

I hate her.

What's wrong with me....besides my broken wrist?

Love,

Rosie