Scatter Hearts

11| Memories

Journal Entry # 1 ???? am/pm (Sometime in the future telling the story)

A few days after Briar and I officially got back together, I decided to give him the finished poem I wrote.

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Journal Entry # 2 Tuesday 2017

I looked around the gym. Briar's not here yet.. I pulled a piece of folded paper out of my bag and waited for my bf.

When he came in with his friends, they didn't speak to me, they just dropped their bags and left for lunch. I placed the paper under the top loop of his backpack and swiftly left for lunch as well.

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The bell rang and we filed down the hallway to the gym. Coach Masshell had told us that today we wouldn't need to change clothes.

Briar was ahead of me in the blob line to the entrance. he looked down at his bag. As I passed him, he said, more to himself, "Oh look, a note."

I was already half way to the small gym. I smiled as I walked.

I sat down at my spot in the outer right row, facing the front.

A few seconds later, Briar walked in, and went directly towards me. I stood up. He smiled and walked a short circle around me spelling, " T H A N K-" I raised a brow and giggled," What are you doing?" not processing a what he was spelling.

"-SPACE- Y O U -SPACE- F O R -SPACE- T H E- SPACE- N O T E"

I frowned. "What did you spell?" He shook his head. "Listen again."

I looked up at the painted lines on the sides of the gym walls, trying to think what he could possible be saying. My brain was not having it. I didn't hear words or letters, I heard gibberish. I shook my head a little bit, frowning. "I have not idea what you just said."

He smiled and shook his head. "Thank you for the letter."

I blinked. "Oh." I gave a small laugh.

At the back of the room there were big recycle bins. Briar walked over to them and curiously, I followed. He lifted his leg over the edge of the bin closest to us. I blinked, and stared confused. Is he trying to get in the bin?

I smiled, laughing in my head. Briar stopped suddenly, when we heard Coach Masshell enter the room talking to our class.

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Journal Entry # 3 Wednesday, 18th 2017

In Eighth grade in august, my birthday rolled around again.

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I blinked. My parents went with me to the movies with Briar. We walked through the door, and into the sweet buttery smell of popcorn. I spotted him immediately.

"Hey." I said. He hugged me, and I smiled, hugging him back. We came out of it and he handed me a card, completely different from the one from last year.

It was tan, red and brown. It had a silly cartoon cat on it. The card said, "I can tell it's your birthday,-" I opened it. "Because you have a cake-eating grin on your face, Enjoy!"

I smiled at the card. We went through the process of getting popcorn and food. We saw The Emoji Movie, which some parts, I'll admit, were cringy.

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