My short Story introduction

Katie fasten the door on her mother face, all you could of seen on the wooden floor was a poodle of tear’s. She looked around, and sat on the floor, as you heard her whisper,

"seriously, i despise my life, it’s abashed that I talk to a teddy bear. Why can’t this women understand what I am growing through..."

but i could see why, because her mother could try her best to get something out of Katie but every time you see her, Katie remind quite. it was cruel for her to slam the door in her face , but for her, it was worth it for the meaning that she didn't want to see anyone for the cause that happen today in school.
This afternoon i saw her sauntering through the school hallway, with a emotion written all over her face, is like when i gaze at her i could feel her pain that she is going through. I
guess i am the only person in this whole creepy, shadowy, dusty school that understand her. Katie as told me once that she picture us, the students as monster gazing at her and that she has before drew picture to take out her unpleasant thought.

Dairy Of Anne Frank.

In my own Words:

Anne frank is a normal teen girl, she might be different to other's in the pass but if you get into her place and understand her feeling and thought's you would see that she not different. She experiences me and many other people, i could say that she is a other me. I learn A lot About her and Honestly i love learning about her.


Dear Kitty,

Now, i am talking to my self because if i don't chat i guess people not going to get annoyed by me. It seem everyone is happy when i don't, other wise it better that people don't hear my own opinion, i don't think my opinion is stupid or anything but other's do. I am laying down with a feeling of miserable just because there's no really freedom for me, i wish that the light will come already. Every morning i open a inch of my window to get a fresh air and cause of that it keep me awake and when someone come from the outside i can't stop my self of thinking, just looking at them with coldness and their red face ... I know kitty sometime i don't understand myself etheir, Although that enough of writing for today.

Your Anne.