The Flaming Diary

[Zeth Zatachi]

I've been away from writing for awhile.. but friends convinced me to get back to it with a book I've been wanting to write about for awhile and they showed me a contest for writing books within a year lol so i'm giving it a go. Read here, if you like it please go and vote for it on that site :3 click the thingy at the top of the thread <3

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Authors Notes:

I always wanted to write this book and I've just been having problems coming up with a way of keeping the reader into something like this.. It's not as easy as I thought but here I'm giving it a try.... During my middle school years I was having a lot of problems and I thought the only way to live was by self-indulgence, why care about anyone else? They weren't going to be there long anyways I thought. By the time I got into eight grade I was having a battle with depression, I still am, but it was bad then. All I could think about was how good it would be too not wake up in the morning. I kept a journal with me at all time writing down thoughts as they came too me. When I got into high school I had a teacher give me a journal, I told her I would rather use mine but she wouldn't let me and to quote the wise woman, "That's your past Sky, we are only going to write and read the present." She also told me the motto I live by now, very cliche but I'm fine with that, "Live with no regrets." I wrote in the journal all school year, even the semester I didn't have her. At the end of the year I felt horrible, the book was filled with horrible things I did and with memories of people I hurt and pushed away... I burned the book. It was my Flaming Diary. I am writing this book not to tell you my story... but to tell you a general story of how boy might feel going through his first year of high school with major depression and possible suicidal thoughts. It's a scary thing to actually live, trust me.



This book is dedicated to my great friend, Jeannie Garth, because she stopped me from being like Jason...



Current Cover Design by Bichonz (http://wattpad.com/Bichonz)

[Zeth Zatachi]

Prologue:

Transfer Request 2011-2012 School Year

615 Snow Ave, Dallas, TX 75201 Ph: 214-546-0030 Fax: [phone]

STUDENT LEGAL NAME Jason Charles Avery Birthdate 11-03-1996

PARENT/GUARDIAN NAME Cherie Avery

Address 217 Sunflower Street City Dallas State Texas Zip 75201

Home Phone None Work Phone None Cell Phone [phone]

REQUESTING TRANSFER TO: School Dallas High School For Grade 9th

School Currently Attending Hancock High School

REASON(s) FOR TRANSFER (Check all that apply) □ Recent move & would like to remain □ Attended requestted school last year □ Day Care □ Sibling(s) enrolled at requested school last year Name(s) Grade(s)

Other Jason's psychiatrist recommended we move him to a new school after being diagnosed with major depression and possible suicidal tentions after some bullying insidents at the old school.

[Zeth Zatachi]

The Beginning:

Entry 1 - First Day of School

It's the first day of school and already a teacher is making us do pointless crap. Her name is Ms. Bailey, she seems kinda bland and down. This journal I'm writing in now is the one she handed me, she wants us to write to ourselves so at the end of the year we can go back and see how much we've changed. What if I don't want too though? She says that no one will read these besides us, not even her. Not a grade, a true learning process. Topic for today is what we did during our summer.... I don't remember what I did this summer to be honest, I kinda just sat in my room and listened to Black Viel Brides..

Entry 2 - High School

So POINTLESS, why would we need to write about our high school opinion when this is only our second day of it?! It's an all Freshman class too! I think this school sucks ass, large boring male ass. There aren't lines in high school so I get to walk down the halls while ever jock and their geek sidekick bumbs into me and almost knocking me over. Then the fact that we only have four classes a day, where in middle school we had six. That sounds like a good thing, until you factor the time to class ratio that goes with it. Almost an hour and thirty minutes in each of these class. English I, Algebra I, Physical Education / Health, and Introduction to Biology. All of which I don't need.. aside from English but all we do in here is write these stupid journals!


Entry 3 - The First Friday

So apparently we don't write in these everyday since she didn't have us write the last two days. The first book we are going to read is a poem of some sort I guess by a guy named Edgar Allen Poe, it's called The Masque of the Red Death? I don't know about that Edgar guy, but I see black when I dream of death not red. Maybe Edgar dreamt of being murdered or perhaps being the murderer? Anyways, it's Friday and I don't feel like writing much...


Entry 4 - We can be... frank with each other... right?

It's Saturday... and I've kinda been writing all my second thoughts since I got this journal, I think the teacher was lying to us when she said she wouldn't read these and it makes me keep things. I decided I won't do that anymore. Now on out I'm going to write every thought I have! Starting with this one... I hate girls. They date complete and utter assholes and talk all day on Facebook about how amazing and nice they are than break up and cry about what jerks they were... it's stupid and contridicting? Was he being nice while he slept with your bestfriend? Telling you was the mean part that makes him a jerk? I don't even know these girls, they just added me and I accepted... They annoy me.

Entry 5 - Everything is bigger, in Texas.

It's Tuesday, and like yesterday there isn't a journal topic so I thought I'd write free thought. I've been feeling kinda better since writing in the journal, slowly opening up from my shell I guess? Lately I've felt so down and out, like all this summer I didn't pick up the phone once when a formerly called friend called or when I heard my neighbors playing football in the street. I miss living on that street... I forgot to write about how this is a new school for me. I moved over the summer cause Hancock High School made me want to kill myself, according to my doctor person. How could Dallas be any better? Ya everything is bigger here, so what?


Entry 6 - ~~~~~Coming Soon~~~~~

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The Sparks:

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The Flames:

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