_September 13, 2018_

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_Dear Diary,_

_My name is Evelyn Jones, I am 16 today! Yeah every girls dream birthday right? The big one six. Everyone’s dream but mine. Today was a disaster, just like I thought it would be. If you think be the forgotten child in a house full of children sucks, well try being the forgotten only child! How does that even work?! Don’t get me wrong, my parents are great parents…when they remember about me! I swear if work could be considered a child, I’d be the least favorite kid. _

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_I guess I could give you a name, you could be like a friend to rant to… Or does I_

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_September 24, 2018_

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_Dear Diary,_

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_I know it’s been a few days. I do think I’ll keep diary as your name though, it suits you. So you remember the last time I wrote to you I was complaining about being the forgotten child? Well guess what! It seems true! Tonight at dinner mother made a gorgeous meal, she said she was having some people over to meet the family. I was so excited. I got one of my favorite dresses on, did my hair, did my makeup. I didn’t want to embarrass my mom or dad if these people were important ya know? Anyway, after I was done getting ready I went downstairs to see if my mom or dad needed any help setting up. When I got down there, the guests have already arrived, and to my surprise there was no where for me to sit! I tried asking mother about it and she ignored me. I decided to try asking dad and he ignored me too! Even the guests didn’t seem to notice my presence in the room. I ended up coming up here to talk to you, while they’re all still down there enjoying dinner. _

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_October 1, 2018_

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_Dear Diary,_

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_Mother and father are still acting strange. Ever since I’ve started writing to you they truly haven’t noticed me. Today they came home crying. I tried consoling them, asking them what was going on, and like before, I got noting from them! Maybe they don’t like me writing to you?_

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_October 10, 2018_

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_Dear Diary,_

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_Today is my last day with you. My parents never did forget me. Apparently on September 12 there was a really bad accident on my way to school. Some drunk dude hit me while I was crossing the street. The fancy dinner they had that following week, that was for planning the funeral arrangements. The first, when they came home crying was the day they buried me. I really was their pride and joy. Today they set up a miny shrine, dedicated just to me. They have so many photos of me up there, my childhood stuffed animal, a vase full of my favorite flowers. My heart is broken for them. They knew my excitement for my sweet sixteen. They decided to honor that at my funeral. I over heard them talking to each other about how much I would of enjoyed it._