Dear diary I made it to my room. I asked mother if I could have a new wardrobe but she says I have one. I look in the closet and find clothes. Clean ones. I guess it wouldn’t be terrible to live here anymore with my birth mom and not with the mom who cared nothing about me. Maybe if I let her love me I will have a better life. One filled with love not hatred. One filled with knowing that there is no more lying. A life filled with....happiness This is short. I know but I hope you enjoyed part nine and the last installment of Luna’s diary

Story is told by luna123 the same as inky