The Journal of Beatrice Grace Parker

Possibilities

I don't know what to make of Theo. He seems to be a nice guy. And even if he is not, he definitely is in on our secret, and still hasn't tried to use the leverage. He hasn't blackmailed or threatened me in any way. So maybe, just maybe, we are friends. That sounds strange. I haven't really dared to have friends since Voldemort. I've stayed to myself, both the parts of me content with having the other. Mom tried to get me to talk to other kids, anf the hospital psychiatrist had suggested that I should make friends, but somehow I'd never warmed up to anyone. There are genuinely nice people in school, like Kelly Carter who reserves me a place at lunch. Like Anna Wrenner, who can't help being nice. She even shows the popular girls their place when they pick on us boring people. Most of the people at school just stay away from me, though. As if their minds are giving them signals about how dangerous and completely derailed I am. So they all ignore me, and don't stare, even when Mom comes to drop me right upto the gate and kisses me a goodbye. So we continue to exist in each other's worlds as non-entities. I've never allowed myself to be friendly towards anyone for a long time.

It's like Theo has awoken a hibernating part of me. It is not an individual bit of me like Beatrice or Grace. This part of me is present throughout, like a common link between the two. We have decided to go ahead and explore this possibility. Theo and me. Friends.

I think I'll talk to him this evening when I'm at the park. We're sure he'll be there.