I thought Monsters were scary book one. The diary of jasper white {on going}

The first entry.

Jaspers p.o.v
I walk into doctor burns office and sit down not nesasaryly listening to anything she's saying yet because I'm still listening to music, I smile at her and she just motions to my head phones as if asking me to take them off. I roll my eyes but do as she suggested, taking my headphones off to listen to her words. "Jasper you weren't listening to anything I said were you?" I look away and stay silent for a momment before speaking "not really doctor burns" she sighs and starts speaking again this time I listen intently "I think it would be befitacial if you were to start writing in a diary, so I got you one and I'd appreciate it if you started writing in it, just write down all the details in your life you know, anything that's bugging you, everything that's happened in your life, things your enjoying, can you do that Jasper?" I nod slowly and take the book looking at it it says my name already but is just a plain black notebook with blank and lined pages, it's not ugly just boring bland not yet amazing."can I decorate it?" She smiles and nods "of course really make it your own as if it's a part of you"  I smile and open it beginning to write in it not quite sure what I'm supposed to say,
'Hello diary, I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do? But the consular says it's important to write in here so that's what I'm doing I guess I'll just start with my child hood maybe copy down some entry's from my childhood diary in here then lead up to this year, wait shit let's start with an introduction wait can I swear in here if not don't be mad please dr.burn. Okay! My name is Jasper white, I'm a sophomore in high school, I'm nearly 17 years old and my favourite Color is yellow but not an in your face yellow more of a soft pastel, my favourite show is lucifer and my favourite artist is Penelope Scott and my favourite animal is all of them!' I show her my work and she smiles, and puts a hand on the book and another on my shoulder looking into my eyes "good job Jasper, our sessions almost over but why don't you take the book home to decorate it?"  I smile excitedly, tapping my feet "can I really?" She nods and we both get up, she gives me a sticker, even though I'm 17 years old, she still gives me stickers because when I was eleven it was the only way to get me to come back. Now I'm mature and she still gives me a sticker after every session which is like two stickers a month. Once I'm given my sticker witch is of shark with the trans flag on it, I smile and begin to leave barely taking note of the kids in the lobby except for a small group of four kids sitting near each other, I can't help but feel drawn to them in a weird sense,  like somethings important is going to happen and they are part of it. Anyway not what im supposed to think about. what was I thinking about? Oh well. I walk home slowly trying to prolong it as I listen to lukewarm by Penelope Scott on repeat, wishing I could go anywhere but home, be with anyone but my family, talk to anyone but myself, But I can't do that. So as I walk I try to keep a calm demeanour not focusing on what awaits me at home, it's not like my parents hate me or anything in fact I'm quite sure that at least my mom loves me a great deal, and that my dad at least likes me sometimes. There good parents just not perfect they have there flaws in fact there not even great parents but I love then all the same. My train of thought is interrupted as I open the door slowly, take out my head phones and call out to my family "hola famillia" no response of course, it's not like I expected any response, I sigh and begin to put my bag in my room hiding my new diary inside it, before heading to the bathroom to brush my hair and do my make up. Once my hair is brushed I put on black eye shadow and eyeliner under my eye and in my waterline. I look in the mirror looking fucking epic before changeing my nose ring to a black one, then I put on my binder, a black monster energy tee-shirt and some ripped jeans with converse, a studded belt and skeleton arm warmers. Then I head back to my room reaching under my dresser pulling out a craft bucket with glitter stickers and other missalunous items I've collected. Grabbing my diary and begining to decorate the boring black book, putting glitter around nf the edges, adding stickers around my name and painting white stars with paint markers around it. I set it down to dry in my dresser drawer, then I climb out my window and sit on the roof leaning back and begining to relax, pulling out a pack of smokes and a lighter from my pocket, knowing that this is the only way I can really ever relax the past few years, as I smoke I listen to the conversations of the few people who walk by the dogs in the background the cars on the busy street just a few blocks away, I watch everything in front of me untill a girl with dark hair olive eyes and a tall frame walks by her deep skin almost glowing in the evening light, she's clearly attractive but, that's not why I'm drawn to her I feel a strange connection with her, I think I saw her in the waiting room today. I put out my smoke and hope onto the tree Infront of my house climbing down quickly and running up to her, "hey, I think saw you today in the waiting room of the counselling office, what's your name?" she smiles nervously and laughs it sounds forced, "I'm tallulah, um who are you" she stutters imeditly looking down as if in fear "the names jasper" I reach out my hand "are you new around here ta- Tu talu tallulu tAllah? Lula can I call you Lula?" she nods and giggles at my horrible mispronounciation of her name looking rather surprised. "Ive lived here all my life, surprised I haven't met you." I look at here carefully "yea Ive hung out with every kid on this block, except you I guess. Wanna come hang out with me?" she shakes her head "I've got to get home" she hurrys off and I watch before climbing back up the tree and onto the roof lighting another smoke.