♡ Tuesday, October 30/1990 ♡
I was reading stuff on my bed, against the wall.
What was I reading? HISTORY!!!! :)
I know I'm a dork, diary-reader. YOU DON'T HAVE TO SAY IT!!!
Also, about the kids at school? Part of my fear was that kids would judge me and stuff and yes, they have a little.
If I read books around them at lunch, a kid sometimes points at me like, "Oh my God, look at HER!! She is SUCH a dork." and gush to their friends and roll their eyes and stuff.
It always makes me feel pretty hurt. When did reading become a problem? I'm minding my business...how am I bothering you?? :(
One of these girls is Blaire Jordans.
She's this goth girl. Wears all black, her hair is DYED BLUE at the ends, wears chokers, and THESE COOL BOOTS!!!! :)
I might be a little intimidated by her, but apparently her MOM is one of MY teachers!!
YEP! Ms. Jordans!!
BUT ANYWAY as I was saying, I was reading while mom was downstairs, when SUDDENLY my TELEPHONE rang super loudly!!
(Keep in mind, I have this telephone by my bed on my nightstand!)
And so I snatched it and answered the number, hoping it was Alex.
AND SO I WAS RIGHT!! :)
"Hey, Evelyn. Halloweens coming up, and I wanted to know if you'd like to go trick or treat with me..??"
OH MY GOSH OF COURSE YES.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Arkansas Daughter
Short Storywhen a sweet, insecure girl meets a harsh, cruel boy at summer camp one day, what comes out of it? something that changes her life forever.
