After class I walk over to my locker and put my books in. I hate this is the last class I hate to leave. I really do. As I was waking out this girl stop me

: hey how are you

: I'm good

: what's your name

: Harmonie

: I was hoping that we can be friend s

: sure

: take my number

: I'll call you

; thanks.

I walk home I didn't feel like riding the school bus. I finally made it home. I hate to go in this house lord I really do.

I walk in I waited for my uncle to do what ever he do to me which was rape me but he didn't. I walk around the house and notice I was here by myself. I took a shower and went to sleep.