Dear Journal
Gonna break into the Epstein’s store tonight, cause I ain’t got no money. I need more drugs, just this last time, then I’ll get myself a fix. Just gonna go in, take a bit, then get out, no big deal… I wonder what Alfred’s gonna be doing while I’m in the Epstein’s store. Probably be in some fight, gettin money and being famous. Just like Whitey, and forgetting about his friends, he don’t even care what happens to me anymore.
Maybe Major’ll help me… He could, all I gotta do is ask him… Never-mind, he’ll just take it for himself as soon as we get it. Greedy, stupid Major It’s all his fault I’m alone, and like this. His fault, Sonny’s fault, and Holli’s fault, they all just used me, to help themselves. They don’t care about me either, no one does anymore, no one…
What’s gonna happen now? Will I die from this, all alone? All these drugs, make me feel good, but are they good for me? I hope that maybe I’ll get off this stuff, maybe get a fix. And maybe Alfred will start losin’ fights, and he’ll come to find me, we’ll be a team again….Maybe.
Maybe Alfred will even help me; maybe he’ll help me break into the Epstein’s store…. No, not him either too good to do something like that, just try to talk me outta it, try to stop me. Tell me I don’t gotta do it, tell me I should get a fix, but I just need to get some drugs one more time, then the fix. I hope he’ll understand, but if he don’t then I’ll have to do it myself.
Teacher’s Comment(s): 45/50 This should not have been written in slang. Proofread.