Journal Entry # 15 Friday 2 -something-pm 2018
By the time fifth period rolled around, I'd already given up. Realization hit me. Some kid in my class, a friend, had asked me out day before last. I looked down. I had a strong gut feeling to give him my diary and let him read it. Almost like some invisible force was wanting me to interact with him about today..
I hesitated in my seat. I looked at the time, and jumped before I missed my chance. He had a weird short haircut, black hair, and grey eyes. He wore a black jacket and a grey shirt. "H-hey.." I said, sitting down in the seat next to him. He looked up. "Hey."
I glanced around. "What's your name again..?"
"Orion Galaxian."
I smiled, and handed him my diary. "Here, I.. felt I should let you read this; don't go anywhere before chapter nine." He blinked. The teacher entered the room, and I rushed back to my seat.
I can't believe I'm actually letting someone- a stranger, read my diary..
YOU ARE READING
Scatter Hearts
Teen FictionDiary entries, emails, texts, all that's left of a life Willow Oakland vaguely remembers, isn't how things are now. Not everything is as it seems, when you're driven to your breaking point- and beyond... Copyright © 2018 by Sainkra Predreka/ Solar...
