"They" is referring to Rianna, Maria, Rachel, AJ, Keelin, Shawn, Chandler, and some others I can't remember.1
I went to Presumpscot and I was on the playground and they wouldn't let me on. But I got on anyway. And they started trying to read what I was writing in my diary. They were being really rude like "Why do you carry around a diary?" I wouldn't have been offended if they hadn't said it in the tone that they did. I said, "I do my best writing here."
Rianna was the rudest I think.
Rachel was just watching. She likes both of us.
We got off the playground and went to the parking lot. I was sitting against the wall and they were all really far away. They were huddled together talking about how they should ask me something, but I still don't know what.They came over to me, and Maria said, "Can I punch you?" and I said, "Uhm, no." They said I was 'fucked up'. Maria said she cuts herself. I told her to show me her arm. Bare. She made me show her mine, and she winced. I told her I've forgotten to take my depression pils for 5 days straight, hoping to scare them all away, but it didn't work. Then they tried to take my diary. They got a 10 year old to take it from me! But he didn't end up getting it. Finally they got it, but I chased after them and I was faster, so they dropped it and ran about 10 yards away because they were scared I would get them. So Rachel picked up the diary and gave it to me. I went over to Maria and she punched me right in the face. I said on the verge of tears, "What is your problem, Maria? Why the hell do you hate me, what did I ever do to you?" And I don't remember her reply, but she looked scared that I was going to punch her back or something. But violence is not the answer, so I didn't. I walked away and they followed me, and I sat down on the grass. They came over, not Maria or Rianna, but the boys did. Keelin said, "You okay?" I said, "Don't talk to me." And I was crying. They said, "Maria, you bitch! You hurt her!" Maria said, "You should give her a hug." I screamed, "If you touch me, I will call the FUCKING COPS!" And I screamed that last part in front of a lady with her kid.
And I got up and walked home.
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I hate maria... She is such a bith... grr..
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T___T *Holds on tight*
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Ouch! shit that must be painful, i want to hit them, its not relatiating if youy do it if i do it its coz i dont like them. mehh.
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Whata bitch. I actually imagined all this happening in my head when I read itt.
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