• Christmas 2002
    Whatevs, my mom got me this diary for Christmas. She told me it would help calm my 'hoodlum' self down. What can she do she hasn't talked to me in like ever. All she can do is go "I miss you Jeff." My Dad left us for some girl. What a perv. Ugh! I'll talk together, maybe. Bye turd-ball.
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    January 13, 2003
    My mom is mad at me, again. What is her problem, she made me write in you again turd-ball. What good does this do me again. So what if I smoked some dope. Big deal!
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    April 9, 2003 4:03 PM
    We got something big going on tonight. Some kid forgot to pay his debts. Dude, if you're gonna buy the goods pay up. Apparently he's gonna go on a date with some girl tonight. Me and my buds are gonna catch him after he walks the girl home, and bam!, we strike.
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    April 10, 2003 12:23AM
    s**t! We're in deep s**t. We were being hard-asses, just scare him a little, nothing too serious. God- Dammit, he tried to run, Jake caught up to the guy and started to beat him with a metal rod, the kid was bleeding like all over, then he called Jakers an a** hole, so he got whacked in the face real good. We told Jake to stop, but he wouldn't. The kid died. I think the kid's name was Matt. I cleaned the blood off me, mom can't ever find out.
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    April 23, 2003
    Worse news! Apparently this kid, Matt was in some kind of gang. We were looking him up, see if he had any real worth in the world. Those guys could kill us.
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    April 25, 2003
    They were dangerous. They talked to me when I skipped second period for a smoke, we owe them a lot of money for killing their homie or we turn in whoever killed Matt. We have thirty days.
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    April 30, 2003 Day 5
    I can't turn in Jakers. He's my buddy. But I can't come up with all that money. What do I do.
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    May 20, 2003 Day 25 I haven't come up with the money, it's too late. I didn't even come up with even half the debt. I even had to go clean to get all the money, but I know what to do.
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    May 25, 2003 1400h
    This is a report from Lakeville Police Department, this predicament could only be described as creepy. At around 1200h a girl was murdered at the creek, affirmed by examination. It was also stated that the mother had been reading the girl's notebook at the same time as death, these are the written facts as to what was written in blood on the paper.

    Dear Friend, it hurts.. .I'm running...I got shot in the leg...Please don't find me...This is for you Jakers,I don't want you to die...Hey mom I hope you know I'm still your little girl, I'm you're little Casey, I forgive you Dad, hey and turdball, I know you all can't hear me, duh, I'm in the middle of the woods, I still love you and I want you to know--

    The note ended there it was found later that it was a girl named Casey Forieri, aged at fifteen. The funeral will be held at Memorial Park on Sunday at 12 noon. All are welcome. She is missed and mourned by all of us.
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