Scatter Hearts

32| Catchin' Feelings

Journal Entry # 5 ???? am/pm (Future telling the story)

Apparently I'd developed something more than friendship for Friday Louis.. At the lunches we had together, I noticed I began acting strange..

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Journal Entry # 6 Thursday 2018

I opened my Slytherin lunch box and pulled out my food. I stopped at the boiled egg, and looked around for my friends. Lyric was walking over; another girl I never caught a name from, sat at the table; and Friday was leaving the lunch line. I smiled upon seeing her suddenly. I bit my lip. That's new.. She's my friend.. Lyric blinked, and cleared her throat. I looked up startled. I glanced around quickly to make sure if anyone noticed my weird behavior. Oh I hope no one noticed.. Why am I on edge??

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In AP English class, I smiled whenever she spoke. I admired her drawings, although if I was asked what they were I couldn't remember. I told her about a YouTube channel I watched; Mr. Nightmare, for real creepy stories and lessons to keep in mind. She laughed and shook her head. "Mr. Nightmare?" She asked. "That sounds like someone's demon or something."

I laughed. "Yeah, it does."

She began 'seeing' this tall white figure behind me, calling it 'Mr. Nightmare,' teasingly. But she said it in a funny-ish creepy way that always put me on edge.
"So..Is it like a tall dark black abyss of a figure or something?" I asked, as we walked down the hallway to lunch one day. She seemed to be able to see whatever it was, if she wasn't just messing around; which I was sure she was. " No, it's a white entity." She said. I frowned. "So.. it's good then?" She shook her head with a smile. "There can be bad things that are white entities like a ghost form, good ones could be solid dark abysses. It really depends." She said as we descended the stairs. I tilted my head, thinking. "Huh.." I'm not sure how accurate that is, but it's interesting..

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One morning before the 8:00 bell for everyone to get to class, Friday and I were in the 180 hallway. We talked a bit about silly things, before things got weird. Friday pulled out a piece of paper. "Hey wanna sell me your soul ?" She asked me. I jolted my head, weirded out. "What?" I asked, confused. "Why?" I asked cautiously. Friday shrugged. "Because. I don' know." She replied. I turned my head to the side a bit, watching her. "Okay.." I said. I took the paper and held it against the wall. I stopped and bit my lip in a small smile, the pen to the paper. "If I go to hell for this, I'm dragging you with me." I said with a bit of humor. Friday laughed. I shook my head as I sketched WILLOW, in my weird but legible version of cursive.

I just hope she's messing around..