Dear Diary

Sunflower

Dear Diary,

Here's what happened today.

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Knock Knock.

I bang on the door a good three more times before my knuckles are sore and red. The door swings open after a couple of seconds and hushed footsteps. There standing in the doorway is my best friend, Cameron.

He looks quite ordinary from afar, but I think he's pretty unique once you get to know him. He has mostly straight brown hair and brown eyes. He has so many freckles on his skin that you would never be able to count all of them even if you tried. He's built little more athletic than me and is a little bit taller.

He runs a hand through his hair, and judging from the dark circles under his eyes, I may have interrupted a well needed nap. "What the hell are you doing here?" He yawned.

"I-uh can't get into my house and my parents aren't home." I frowned as I speak a little out of breath still.

He sighs and backs up from the door. "You can take the couch." I smile thankfully and step into his house. He doesn't seem to give me a second thought before basically wobbling back to his room. Yeah, the couch where his deadbeat dad crashes on after a long night of drinking, I'll take that one! It's not like I have a better choice anyway because there's no way the floor is any better.

I close and lock the front door behind me, having to lean all my weight on it to slide the lock into place. I probably should've inspected the couch for any weird stains his dad might've left, but that run along with panic was not easy on my body, so I flop onto the creaky cushions without much thought.

As I slowly slip into a state of not-quite-awake-but-not-quite-asleep, I start to think of my day. The new boy, my parents locking me out and forgetting about me, the run. Wow, the run. I don't think I've ever done something so stupid in my entire life. Running across four lanes of oncoming traffic? Not the brightest thing to do when your parents pretend they don't have a child.

I think about Andrés and what he did for me. Even he acted like he had better things to do than stay with me, yet no matter how many opportunities there were to leave, he never did. He stayed. How is some random boy I hadn't even known for a day better at caring for me than my own parents? Maybe I shouldn't even acknowledge my dad as a parent. It's not like he remembers to acknowledge me as his son anyways. At least my mom acts like she knows who I am.

Then the sleep caught on, and I was out.

My eyes slowly blink back into consciousness, and I sit up groggily. The room is empty save for me and his black cat with grey stripes on it's legs. I think his cat, Mallory, likes me more than she likes him, which is definitely okay with me. She was cuddled up to my leg, purring lightly. I wish I could get a dog or cat, but my dad is allergic. I stand up, immediately regretting it from the look on Mallory's face once her source of warmth was gone. I pick her up and hold her close to my chest as I walk to the kitchen. Usually cats hate being carried, but she follows me around while meowing loudly until I pick her up.

"Well look who's awake." I spin around to see Cameron's mom standing in the doorway with a cheery grin. She's one of the best people I've ever met. She deserves so much better than that jackass she chose as a husband, but it's not like I can do anything about it.

I smile back, "Good morning, Isabella." I gently place Mallory down to rush over and give Isabella a hug. "I haven't seen you in like, a thousand years!"

She gives a short laugh before wrapping her arms around me. "It's been a month, darling." She has long, wavy, dirty blonde hair that is usually kept in a braid, and has deep, blue eyes. It's safe to say that Cameron got all of his traits from his dad. We can just hope he won't turn out like him though. As far as I know, Cameron's dad, Jason, has never hit Isabella before, but I think that's just because Isabella won't hesitate to punch him if need be. Cameron has come to school with a couple bruises on his wrists before, but I'm just praying they weren't from his dad. If it was Jason and Isabella found out, I might have to file a murder case. Though, I know I would probably be helping her hide the body.