Journal Entry # 5 Tuesday 2017
I blinked. The clattering pans, dishes, boxes, and everything around me were loud as the RV rocked back and forth, driving down the road. I looked down at my phone, texting Briar Quinnel, my boyfriend. We were talking about random things, then, I mentioned FNAF.
I knew Briar wasn't a fan of it.. -He hated Five Nights At Freddy's actually. Said it should burn in a fire. 'It already did,' I replied. ' In FNAF 3.'
I shook my head. 'Luv u.' I typed. There was a five minute pause.. Is he okay? I shouldn't have said that.. Damn it..
'Luv u 2' He typed back. I stared at the screen, feeling numb. My mind went blank. "He doesn't mean it.." never crossed my mind. I glanced to the side, at the false wooded floors. My body jolted to the side and back as the road became bumpy. "Damn, these roads suck." I heard Mom shout to Dad over the hum of the engine and the background noise. "This road is shit." Dad said.
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Journal Entry # 6 Monday 2017
I stared at the grey, jagged pavement below me as i walked into SkyNet Middle. I sniffled. My allergies were killing me again, a great effect of the weather changing. It was mid-October again, and the winter flu and weather change were coming back. I blinked blankly ahead, passing the library on the right, and office on the left. The blue and grey tiles and theme was perfect for my dreary mood of the stupid cold weather this morning. Although, I usually enjoyed the cloudy sky.
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Journal Entry # 7 ???? am/pm (Future telling)
Despite seeming more promising than last time, the cycle with my bf continued, or should I say, it repeated. Briar ignored me again, for ages. I hated it.
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Journal Entry # 8 Monday, 8 am 2017
There's no way this is how it's supposed to be, right? Right?
I sighed.
I had asked Briar to meet me in the library after school, before his bus left.
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I waited near the book shelf next to the red-orange couch- sofia thing, holding a paper with another poem on it. I also asked if.. when we were on a date if we could kiss. I felt my face get red thinking about it. Briar walked in after five minutes, and as my mind raced to when I would give him the poem. I began to shake as my nerves caught up to me. He noticed me and walked over. Shakily I handed him the note, unable to form words to my emotions.
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He finished reading it and said something cringy about him feeling something the same in his heart. I smiled dumbly at his attempt at some sort of poetry and romance. Then he reread it over. "Yeah, we can do that." He said.
I assumed the only thing he could be referring to was kissing on a date. I smiled as my face flushed red. He left to catch his bus soon after we said good bye.
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Journal Entry # 9 ???? am/pm (Future telling)
We never did go on a date after that..I sat in my class in January reflecting upon those days in November. He lied to my face. I frowned. I fucking hate being lied to.
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