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Dear Diary, It's officially been two weeks, one day and five hours since I was last on Facebook. I can only image what that nasty girl is saying about me. I felt like everyone was laughing at me today. I walked by her table today and she smiled at me and laughed with her friends once I had passed. I sat by myself at lunch today. I didn't want to hear Jenny's nonstop reassurances today. I feel like my life is over!
Dear Diary, Today the principal asked to see me. When I walked in, both him and my mom were there. He said he had heard about a picture and comments going around about me. I was mortified and humiliated. My mom said she would help me and they would get the picture down. I told her it didn't matter. All the damage was done.
Dear Diary, My mom said I have to start therapy and that it will help because I'm depressed. I told her I wasn't depressed! And now I'm stuck here and everyone is going to find out I have to see a shrink. My teacher said it would be our secret, but I doubt that. She's been nice to me since they all found out about what happened on Facebook. She said she's there if I need to talk. I feel like all this attention is just giving the other kids more ammo for the next online stunt. My life is over.
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