My Fear Of Cali Johnson's Harmful Events In My Journal
I pulled my number two, yellow pencil out of my backpack next to me and started to write about the other day's frightening events in my journal. I write everything in this book. I do this for the people I won't be able to meet before my time runs out. I might not have been able to meet them, but they can read my journal and still meet Cali Johnson.
As I started to describe my fear of the incident, my pale-faced mother walked into the room with a greasy bag of Chick-fil-a in one hand and a full cafeteria cup filled to the brim of sweet tea in the other. She looked anxious, and I can't blame her. Her only daughter just fainted in volleyball practice the day before and was escorted to the hospital in an ambulance. When she finally
As I started to describe my fear of the incident, my pale-faced mother walked into the room with a greasy bag of Chick-fil-a in one hand and a full cafeteria cup filled to the brim of sweet tea in the other. She looked anxious, and I can't blame her. Her only daughter just fainted in volleyball practice the day before and was escorted to the hospital in an ambulance. When she finally