The Lilac Diaries | ONC 2022

Chapter 3

Lazlo 

Q/A- Who do you like better? Lazlo or Ireland?

. . . 

A few hours earlier

"Lazlo! Come down for dinner!" My mother called up the stairs, breaking me from my long stare at the journal, trying to decide if I should read it or not.

I mean if it was me, I would be embarrassed if someone read my diary. And by the look of how big this thing was, there was definitely a lot about whoever this person is. I was guessing it was a girl's notebook judging by the color and the fact that most of the guys in my school would never be caught dead writing their feelings down in a book. To be fair though, whoever this was didn't have any intention of being caught.

I sighed as I heard my mother call my name again, and reluctantly left the diary on my desk.

"Don't tell me you wore that to school." My older sister looked me up and down as I sat down in my spot at the dinner table.

I looked down at my blue and black striped long sleeved shirt and a random pair of jeans that were a tad small for me.

"What's wrong with it?" I asked, already knowing my sister's response.

She laughed like it was the funniest thing she heard all day, "Just remember Lazlo, never tell people you're my brother."

"Oh, stop teasing him." My mom smiled as she came into the dining room carrying a bowl of salad. "High school boys never have any fashion sense, and that's the way it will always be. If you stick with that motto, you will never be disappointed."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed at the fact that my mom joined in, too.

"Yeah, yeah whatever." I quickly put the salad on my plate, and took a piece of salmon that was already sitting on the table.

I needed to eat as fast as possible if I wanted to read the diary and do my homework in time. Plus, reading the journal was for a good cause. If I didn't read it and put it back, someone else could pick it up and probably make fun of whoever's diary it was. I was doing the right thing.

Definitely.

. . .

Finally after what felt like years and years of begging and making a small white lie that I was going to go do my homework, I scraped away from the table and ran up the stairs eager to read the diary.

Looking out the window once more, I decided that getting out of the house would be good for me considering that I only leave the house to go to school. Plus, today was the first nice day this week, so it would be a crime not to go outside for a few hours.

Remembering the park that we lived down the road from, I grabbed my backpack, and stuffed the diary inside to make it more believable that I was going to go do homework.

"I'm going to the park, I'll be back in a few hours!" I called out into the house, and waited until I heard a response.

As I crept closer and closer to the playground, I started to anticipate every single thing that could be written in the journal. There were tons of options. I was probably guessing that this journal was a few years old, considering the fact that it was more than halfway filled up. Since my life was pretty boring, I couldn't imagine that someone else's could be interesting enough to write about everyday, anyways.

I shouldn't have been as excited as I was, but this type of thing was new for me. I felt as if I was a villain in a superhero movie who was about to find out all the hero's secrets.

I hastily found a table to lay my stuff on, and pulled out the diary, opening it up to the first page.

It read, "My junior year diary"