Journal Entry # 11 Monday 2018
"So.. what happened to 'Mr. Nightmare'?" I asked. Friday sipped her chocolate milk. "Hell if I know." She said. I tilted my head. "But can't you 'see' him?"- I frowned. "Him,- It,.. I don't know, whatever that thing was." She remained silent, so I decided to change the subject.
I pulled out my phone. "Hey, let's take a picture." Friday lit up. "Sure!" I posed smiling, and she did something weird with her tongue. She also held up peace signs on her hands. She was wearing a tim burton shirt under her jacket. I was wearing a white striped dress, with a black shoulder thing. I had my purse I always wore on as well apparently. It seems I forgot to leave that at home.. I looked at the photo. She was cute.
The cafeteria wasn't as packed today. It wasn't very loud either. Lyric was nowhere to be found. I blinked. "Hey uh, where's Lyric?" I asked, pointing to her empty seat. Friday looked at me strange. "Who?" She said. I blinked again. "Don't you remember? Lyric." I said. "The one who broke the ice between us?" Friday shook her head. She seemed genuinely confused. "She helped us- me,.. she helped me with my crush on you." I said. Friday tilted her head. "No.. you came right out and told me, on Friday in the computer lab." I frowned. "What?" Friday held her arm to my forehead. "Are you feeling okay?" I pulled away. "Y-.. yeah." I said. I blinked. "That's so weird, because even you interacted with her last week.." I said.
Friday raised a brow. "I noticed you acting strange last week.." She said.
I frowned. "Strange-how?"
Friday looked up at the ceiling, counting on her fingers. "Well,.. you wandered off a lot in the hallway mumbling to yourself, you made a small scene in the computer lab, you seemed to be speaking to someone invisible outside,"-
"Okay okay." I said. I breathed in and sighed. I looked at Lyric's empty seat. "I think we had a run in with a guardian angel."
Friday blinked and nodded. "It's possible. Maybe my memory and everyone else's was erased because she stopped existing here or left." I looked at the table. "But why would I remember it?"
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FantasyWillow Oakland's internal journey through teen hood and crumpling love life will soon lead to the most tragic of outcomes anyone had ever imagined.
