Where I'd Gone ⌲ River Phoenix ((COMPLETED))

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June 30, 1986

After the falling out we had about a week ago, John has been trying really hard to rekindle our family. I couldn't stay mad at him. He was the first guy to have sheltered me; the first person to take me in. Mickey couldn't stay mad at him either, he loved him. They love each other.

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School was starting on the first of August and I'm extremely nervous. I also haven't seen River since the beginning of May, but we still had our long talks on the phone. Days were boring without him, especially during the summer when there is nothing to do.

July 5, 1986

Today we had to pick out our classes for sophomore year at the registration.

Iris took me out to the school's office which surprisingly, wasn't very packed. The lady at the front desk beamed a smile at me, and I smirked back. "You're guardian just has to sign these and fill out these forms," she explained as she slid some papers over to Iris. "And you, my dear, have to tell me which electives you would like to have."

"Music and industrial tech, I guess," I said in a despondent tone. She ruffled through some papers in her drawer and scrunched her nose.

"Looks like you secured the last available spot for industrial tech. Good luck with all the boys, it seems to be that you're the only girl in that class." She laughed to herself. I didn't know if that was an insulting laugh, but I just went along with it. "You're all good! School starts in one month!" She smiled once again as we left. "Next please!" 

July 12, 1986

July has been going by slowly, I think it's solely due to the fact that I'm not having fun at all. River was finishing up The Mosquito Coast which was set to release in November. We haven't had our long talks in a while too. I tell myself it's just because it costs more for international calling.

As I fell into my bed, my telephone started to ring.

"Hello?"

R: Hey Chris.

C: Hi. Haven't talked to you in a while.

R: I hope you're not mad at me.

C: Nah. I've been doing things.

R: Ooh, what kind of things?

C: Things, okay?... So what have you been up to?

R: Writing poems.

C: How?

R: What?

C: Nevermind...

R: No, don't tell me you don't know how to write poetry!

C: Sorry to ruin the mood but, I've never been good at poetry and I'm completely hopeless at writing or reading a poem without being utterly bewildered.

R: It's not that hard actually. How bout this- you write a poem, or try to for that matter, about whatever and however you like, every time you see or experience something that has emotion to it, and then bundle them up in a spiral notebook- and .... And give them to me to read.

C: I don't know, you'd probably think I'm the worst writer of all time.

R: That's the thing about poetry, you don't have to have eloquence.

C: Alright I guess, when should I give it to you?

R: Doesn't matter, whenever you feel it's the right time.

C: Okay.

R: Anyways Rob called my mom a few minutes ago and asked if I'm coming to the wrap-up party. You're coming, right?