Nov 24, 2008 12:56
I can't seem to sleep, as much as I try. Perhaps If I stop trying, I will. I'm not sure, at this point. Either way, I am quite tired.
Soon it will be Thanksgiving, and I've never celebrated. Tante says that I must make pies, so I suppose that I must. At least there is a school holiday involved.
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James? Could I possibly trouble you with
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It's been suggested that I should tell someone in authority, but frankly I'm frightened to do so. I don't know what to do at all. I hate to ask, but you seem to be much more, I don't know, worldly? Than I am.
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I do have a little experience dealing with this sort of thing.
What has he been doing? I might be able to take care of the problem for you.
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Well, at first he was just calling me names. "Weird little fag" seems to be his favourite, but he has several. Then he began pushing me into the lockers whenever he would see me in the halls. Today he cornered me and punched me in the chest and I could scarcely breathe the rest of the day. I have choir rehearsals and football practice, I need to breathe, it's quite important.
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I think I'll have to see you to class for a few days, just to assure you keep up that hobby: breathing.
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