Find the journal, the journal, you need the journal, I repeat in my head. I have been obsessed with finding that journal lately. That is all that has been on my mind.
I find myself waking up at night, driving over to Sam's house, and waiting in the dark for something. I don't know why I do it or what I'm waiting for, probably the journal. I hope I will soon understand it's not going to pop out of nowhere.
It feels like I am slowly dying inside without the journal. It's like there is a constant tapping at my scull reminding me of my real mission. Slowly, it cracks the bone, leaving me broken.
I am becoming obsessed.
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I decide I am going to have to make a plan of I want to get that journal in my hands:
I am going to go to her house after school and introduce myself to her parents, telling them that I am her boyfriend, and act like I am a gentleman.
I will complement their house and ask them to show me around. When I go to Sam and her brothers room I will make sure to scan the room very carefully for any sign of the journal.
If I find it, I will ask Sam on a date...again, making sure when I ask her that I mention I will pick it up at her house.
When I get to her house, I will walk in her room, find the spot I found the journal when I looked when her parents showed me around. I will secretly snatch it and stuff it in my bag, or if it's small enough, in a pocket of mine.
If all else fails...I will improvise.
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