Journal Entry #23 Monday 2018
I looked down at the grey pavement as I entered my new school, City Side Highschool (CSHS). I was finally a high schooler. The shock and excitement wore off back in August. I'd made a few friends the first day. One I now considered my BFF was, Friday Louis. We hit it off immediately. She was just as chaotic and weird as I was.
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I looked around the Commons, the main area. I walked quickly up the steps of the staircase nearest the door. It's happened twice in middle school, only once in highschool, and that was falling Up the steps. I miss stepped and, still moving forward, fell on my chest, my hands out in front of me like I'd learned in karate. While I didn't fall on my face, it still hurt. I stood up and pretended like nothing happened, ignoring the pain and the people around me who asked if I was okay. I knew my teacher would be livid if I was late again.
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At lunch time when I was speed walking through the halls, I caught a glimpse of a poster. Curious, I stopped and looked at it. 'Hoco dance Friday night 9/15 8:30PM.'
I face palmed. The Hoco dance! Of course! How could I have forgotten?
I texted Dallas and asked if he would like to go to my school's Home Coming.
He accepted and we planned everything out with our parents. I would buy the tickets, we would get together at my house, and my Dad would take us to CSHS.
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