I stepped out of the elevator, the theme song for Mission Impossible blaring in my head, walked up to the door. Suddenly, I imagined myself as a dude in the army, dressed in full camo with those combat boots the smears of black paint under my eyes. I looked over my shoulder to make sure the hallway was 'all clear' began to type rapidly in the pass code. Suddenly the door opened with a simple Woosh!, I scanned the room for her 'black book', but I couldn't find it. Just as I was about to go back, Abi Came in. Whoa! Talk about a close call! Sighing, she walked over to her drawer that contained her diary.She sat down and started writing and reading what she was saying at the same time.
Diary,
As you know, or don't know, being a book, it is one week until Valentine's Day. I truly hate it. Every single Valentine's Day, for my entire life, I have been alone. I hate being alone, but it appears that is to be my fate. I can only imagine what the others would say if they knew of what I do every Valentine's Day. I know for sure what Aly would say:
"Abi, come on! You shouldn't do that! Especially not today! You don't have to be alone."
But he doesn't understand. No one understands. Even if I wanted to be around them, with their mushy, romantic staring pathetic attempts at love-poems, I just couldn't. They all have someone. Kenneth has Nichole, and vice-versa, Ron, though not confessing it, has Danielle (whom I'm sure would be very glad to have him, as well), Aly has Ashley. How I despise her! Even though she's away, I know what he'll do: he'll send her nine thirteen roses, thirteen being the supposedly 'perfect' number, mope around for a few hours, then he'll go out meet some of his adoring fans. OH! WHY MUST I BE SO ALONE! DOESN'T ANYONE UNDERSTAND? But I'll stop harassing you with my pathetic whining go. I don't want to aggravate anyone else, even if you are an inanimate object.
Abi
She stowed the book away where she'd gotten it, walked out of the room with a heavy sigh. My mind was spinning, not just with questions about her Valentine's ritual. What else was in that diary? I decided to find out. I grabbed the book ran. Mission Impossible had become…well…possible.
