Creative Writing (Rose’s Journal)

I'm Rose "Crybaby" Hills. My party was a pity party until I burned it down. I even burned the house down.

I was taken to a psychiatric ward that day.

Happy Crappy Birthday to Me.

Rose had it hard with the party. It was the page turner to the event of her death.

I skipped into a few chapters.

Dear Journal,

It's a downfall for my baby Marty and myself. I just don't know what to do anymore.

Getting teased is getting worst. School is getting worst. At my own house it's getting worse too.

My only safe place is my journal.

I'm going to go for a walk before I go and get Marty to clear my head.

That was the day of her death. The entry was before she was hit by the car.