I wish I had someone to talk to about my problems. I’ve got no-one but you, Diary, and I’m sorry for my neglection of you. Today was really shocking again. It started on the way to school. Cheryl came to pick me up, as usual, but this time she walked ahead of me. Like far ahead of me, and I was lagging behind. I felt like crying. She must hate to be even seen with me. Julie and Dianne have sort of joined our group and they all gang up on me and they were calling me a mole all day. I can’t fight back. Cheryl hangs around with Darrell and Knackers all the time and looks at me like she’s the Queen of Darrell. Darrell doesn’t even try to grab my box or tits and he does it to all the other girls. Cheryl snapped my head off in English because I was quiet. God, I am quiet because every time I open my mouth something dicky comes out. Pauline and Fiona were nice to me, and they asked why I’m not myself. I wish I could tell them how much sorrow is inside me, but I don’t want them to think lowly of me too. I wish it was last year again. Everyone liked me, and I was the best girl. I can’t stand to have people see me like this. Oh, Diary, please kill Knackers and let tomorrow and the rest be happy for me, with everyone. Please, I beg you. MAKE TOMORROW SUCCESSFUL. PLEASE.

Friday June 25th

Something happened at school today that has left me feeling, oh, I don’t know, not depressed and not angry, but something in between. Did I tell you that Pauline and Fiona are mucking around with the old good group? Well, they are (not that it’s the ‘good’ group anymore, they’re sort of medium). Anyway, it looks like Knackers and Darrell are picking on them now. Don’t Pauline and Fiona know they’re better than that? I mean, they’re nice girls, and it’s embarrassing seeing them trying to be moles. God, they should know their place and their behaviour makes me feel bad. I don’t need this. I can’t write anymore, because it makes me remember last year, and I just want to enjoy my great new life. Nothing else to write about, except that Mal and Scully reckon they’re trying to buy some grass. It’ll be grouse in one way, but I am a bit scared of trying it, because Cheryl reckons if you pass out (which is on the cards), the boys might screw you while you’re unconscious, but she’s pretty sure they’ll wear a franger. How considerate of them.

Saturday June 26th

Mum went out with Auntie Deb and Uncle Rod and shithead. He got here, and it depressed me a bit that she was all happy and normal with him, and not with me – he’s a nobody and I’m her own daughter, so why does he get the special treatment and I get the silent treatment? Anyway, I didn’t even say hello to him, and Mum gave me that look with her tongue under her bottom lip like she’s spastic. Sucked in! She couldn’t belt me in front of him. Anne broke up with Frank so she was at Shelly’s joint discussing her heartache.