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-Flashback #1-
On the next page, you find Monkey talking about what happened to her in the past. You saw that it looked interesting so you continued on reading:
I am not good with talking with other people. I have become very shy and in my shell. Believe it or not, I used to talk to people easily over the internet. I never was really scared. I thought that I can take on anything, that, since I will never see their face, they can't hurt me, but I didn't know what I had in store for me that will cause that shell of mine to pull me back in and keep a tight grasp on me, to protect me from any other harm that comes in the form of words from a stranger. I had been cyberbullied. It might not seem like that to you, but it hurt me. I had decided to post a story that was so badly written on a site and got rude remarks over it. I also had rude remarks over a picture I drew and posted on a site. I wasn't that great an artist at the time, I'm not pro at it, either. I'm still an amateur at it. But what this person had said hurt me. I didn't realize that people can be that mean, that harsh. I pulled through, but I wish I didn't go through any of this.
I don't get why they had to be this way. I'm a friendly person who posted stuff that isn't very good, that all I wanted was to get some tips. I am a better person than they will ever be. That is why I ask you to keep your rude comments to yourself. I don't want to go through any of this again. Please be considerate. There are better things to do in your life than to flame someone who just needs some tips. You don't know how much you hurt them. It hurt me so much to a point where I can't talk to people anymore. Though there are also other reasons, but I will not tell you those for reasons that I have emotional break downs thinking about them. But take what happened to me and learn from it.
You started to feel bad for Monkey because of what she had been through and you turned the page to see what she had to say next...
(btw, I can't tell you how you should actually feel.)
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An Introduction
When you turned to the first page, you see what looks to be an introduction, like she purposefully left the journal behind for someone else to find it and read it. Despite the messy handwriting, you manage to make out what the words say:
If this journal finds its way into the hands of another, I would like to let you know, whatever becomes of me in my adventure in life, I'm going to record it in this journal. What may be written in here, I currently do not know, but let me tell you that you are in no way required to read all the entries in this journal. I would like to let you know that I do not mean any offense if any offense has been taken in any way by what I have said.
You may be wandering who I am, so I suppose I should introduce myself. I am MonkeyGirl188, but you can just call me Monkey or MG. Whatever conveniences you.
Upon writing this entry I am 19 years old, born on February 23rd of some year back. I am, at the time this was written, an aspiring journalist and writer.
You get to a part where you can't make any more of the entry out so you think to yourself that you should continue on reading this journal to get a sense of what this person was like.
You turn the page and you notice in bold print, you read:
To whomever is reading this journal, I ask of you, all harsh comments you want to make about me should not be shared. I will not appreciate the rudeness of a stranger who doesn't know jack-diddly-squat about me. I have to say to you, if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all. Please save me the troubles of reading people's harsh words and just keep it to yourself if it's something mean. Now that I have told you what I needed to say, I ask of you, please continue."
You took in the warning and turned the page to read on...
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