5-day diary
Tuesday 3rd August
Dear Diary,
Today hasn’t been the most interesting day. We just kicked the ball about in the park but we were forced to leave because other people, 17-18 year olds, told us to get out of the park or they would kill us. At the time I didn’t think that they were serious, but when he started shouting I knew he was serious. To say the least he was a bit of a psycho. When I saw him reacting the way he did, shouting because we were in the park, I told my mates just to walk away. I didn’t think anyone could react that way over us playing football in the park! I don’t think I’ll be going back there if they’re around.
Wednesday 4th August
Dear Diary,
I don’t know what way to feel. Angry or sad. Paul got hit today. Well, he got more than hit. He’s in a coma now. I didn’t go out today when he called for me. I could’ve helped him. I could’ve stopped him from getting hit. I’m annoyed. I’m annoyed with myself. I should’ve gone out when he called for me. That’s also the reason why I am sad. I want to make it up to him but I don’t know how. The only way I can think of making it up to him is to resort to violence and do to him what he did to Paul. My parents have always taught me that violence isn’t the right way to solve anything, but in this case it’s the only way….