Dear Diary, 3/8
On 3/6 I lost my diary. I frantically looked for it everywhere, because I didn't want anyone at school to read it. I couldn't find it. On 3/7, a school jock decided to pin me against a wall in the janitors closet. Aiden. Then he kissed me. Then the bell rung and he said goodbye, running to his next class. A couple classes later I found my diary in my desk. There was also a new entry written dated 3/6. I cried when I read it. I don't know what to feel anymore. I don't understand any of this.