I'm Natalie Johnson and I'm a daydreamer. I get teased alot at school. So what better way to escape than design my own day dream adventures?
Except lately, well, they don't turn out like I planned. It's almost like my daydreams have a mind of their own.
Today's Day Dream was different than all the others I've had. I can't really explain how it felt, but it was just all wrong. Sarah had been teasing me on the bus again and I just wished for her to shut up and go away. So...I day dreamed that she died. I know it's wrong, Diary, and I feel so guilty, but I didn't mean for anything bad to happen!
But it did. She stumbled into the pep rally and she was...I can't even write it. God, I can't believe what happened. Is it my fault? Did I kill her? Are my dreams...
I feel like an idiot for even thinking about it, but there was so much blood and no matter how much I scrubbed at Mr. Buckle's it felt like it would never come off. And why did he have all those books? He almost seemed jumpy, like I saw something I shouldn't have.
But none of it mattered, none of it, once I came home. My dad was in one of his fits and I...said things I shouldn't have. I should know better. I should. I couldn't help it and I got it. Oh boy, did I get it. I'm just so sorry...I'm so sorry...Can't anyone help me? Please.
Please...
