Journal Entry # 15 Tuesday 2017
I set down my bag against the wall and picked up my lunch box. "Hey." Some one behind me said. I jumped.
"Sorry." They said. I turned to see Briar. I touched my hand to my chest and breathed. "Jeez." I said with a small smile. "Don't do that."
He set down his bag and we walked out into the hall next to us. "Do you think Asher is autistic?" He asked. Asher wasn't really a bully but he wasn't exactly nice.. to us. To anyone in our class really. I think he even tried hitting on me during one of the baseball game things we played. Briar was right there on his team!
I raised a brow. I wasn't sure what autistic meant, but I nodded. "Sure. Yeah." We hit the cafeteria entrance and split ways. He went to the lunch line and I went to my table of friends (Who were all girls).
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Journal Entry # 16 Wednesday 2017
I sat down in the side chair of the eight seated table. My best friend Luna, sat next to me a few minutes later. It's actually interesting how we met..
I had put on two dance shows by myself a few months ago, and she was my '#1 fan.' -She said it, not me.- Even I was surprised I was brave enough to actually go through with my idea of going up on stage and performing my dance. I had put together and rehearsed a a dance about a million times to the FNAF song Springtrap Finale by GroundBreaking (on YouTube). I just hope no one actually put that footage out there, because I know for a fact someone recorded it that day.
"Hey" Luna said. "Hi." I said, opening my lunch box. A few other girls we knew sat at our table too.
Mostly lunch conversation was just jokes and memes, or catching up, since neither of us had a class together. One of the girls at our table was some one I knew from Girlscouts, Sadi, but she wasn't in my troop.
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The bell rang and everyone packed out the double doors of the cafeteria. It was impossible to get out without being late if you got caught up there. Sometimes when it was really bad you had to force your way through, ignoring mumbles and curses from other students behind.
Fourth was going to be fun; we had dodgeball again.
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Scatter Hearts
Non-FictionThis starts out as a story but I need to tell the truth.. Because none of what follows after the diary and what I tell you has happened.
