Dear Diary,

I covered up my bruises as best as I could. I wore a scarf when it was 80 degrees outside. I wore a woolen long sleeved sweater.

The popular boy still saw me. He has his friends tie me to a chair in an empty classroom while he fed me peanuts. I'm allergic to them.

When my face started to get swollen and red, he took a picture of me and ran off with his friends. I was alone. Somehow I untied myself and went home.

When my father saw me, he laughed. He called me an ugly blow fish. It took a while until the allergy went away, and I was able to fall asleep.

Sincerely, broken girl.