The Journal of Beatrice Grace Parker

A Little Bit of Mental

For once I’ve sneaked a peek at the note I couldn’t bring myself to read, that evening. It says –

“BGP,

How could you? How could you ever think this way?

Do you even know what you’ve done for me?

See you soon

-T”

It didn’t give anything away, making the note safe enough to be left in the public place. But it did tell me that he would be there that evening with the journal. I had been stupid to ever think he would hate me for helping him. But then I’m mental, so that bit of stupidity is allowed, right? Now that I come to think of it, I’m probably not so mental after all. I think I am only a little a bit mental, but then hey, we all need some mental in our lives. Otherwise, I would just be normal. That’s not okay, is it?