The Story of Adeline May

In The Journal

Entry 5

people mistake rain as

a gentle thing—

soft water droplets falling

slowly from the sky

creating small puddles

once the spell has passed

but all I hear

is thunder

loud claps of them

large droplets hitting the

ground

shaking it the core

the beauty of it

now washed away

i still think its

beautiful

in its own thunderous

way.

Entry 6

i could see them moving

across the sky

with such beauty and divinity

so slow and sure

pearl white and

soft shapes forming into something

that I want or envy

maybe want and envy

but as I trained my eyes on them

just like everything else I yearned for

it stopped

and so did my heart

because the clouds moved to

its beat

that isn't in unison

with my own

Entry 7

have you ever just

stopped

what you were doing

to tell

the people in your life

i love you

even though they probably

can't hear you?

Entry 8

She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings. ~ atticus

A shadow falls over me and I shield my notebook. The librarian, Mr. Johnson, looks down at me with a soft, small smile. "The bell just rang, young lady," his voice says, low and rough.

I nod in thanks. As he walks away, I close my journal and slide it into my binder. I gather it in my arms before leaving the area.

a little fast action going on, okay? I'm trying to write faster so I can maybe (possibly) get a double update going on here, but I don't know. who knows what my mind will come up with?

so, adeline is starting to use that journal of hers more—why do you think that is?

(p.s., so I think I have a crush on this girl in my geometry class... yall, she called me bae. she used the term universally, but still... I'm a little happy right now)

~xoxo, maya cyns