I closed my notebook sharply my pen holding it open ever so slightly to the almost full page of entries. I glared at the student standing in front of me looking down.
"What?" I said harshly.
"Nothing. Just wondering why your so secretive over a notebook. What's in it? A list of the people you have tied up in your attic? Your to kill list? Your people I hate list? An essay for a class?" The brown hair blue eyed girl asked.
"It's just a notebook." I answered coldly.
"Cool, can I read it then?" She asked with a perky tone.
"No."
"Okay." She answered before snatching it from my hands and running a few feet away from me.
"WHAT THE HECK! GIVE IT BACK." I Screamed as she opened it and began to read, the smile fading from her face.
October 25, 2014
She's gone. Sammie killed herself. One second she was breathing the same air as me the next she wasn't breathing at all. How do you do that? How could you do that. How can you leave behind everyone and everything. Dammit Sammie, why did you have to go? Please don't be gone. Please. When I walk into school on Monday you'll be there. You'll be by the junior lockers exactly where we always meet. Everything will be ok.
October 27, 2014
You weren't at school, Sammie. I needed you to be at school and you weren't. Does this mean you really did do... It? I wish I could say you were just on a vacation but your younger sister was there today, and your family wouldn't leave her home alone. I couldn't look at her. It felt like I has betrayed her somehow.
November 4, 2014
I didn't realize how few people I really had until you left Sammie, and I didn't know how hard it is to feel and be so alone. It sucks. Is this how you felt? Alone? You weren't alone Sammie. You never were. Please come back, I need you.
November 10, 2014
I'm switching schools. I can't stand the stares of people who know. The looks of pity. Yeah, I was your best friend. Doesn't mean I'm going to be as selfish as you. You ruined my life. Your sisters life to. Your a selfish jerk. I hate you Sammie.
November 17, 2014
I don't hate you Sammie. I'm just upset. No I'm more then upset, but there's not a word in any language to describe what I'm feeling. I couldn't hate you if I wanted to. And trust me when I say I'm trying to hate you because maybe if I could hate you I could forget you and if I forgot you it wouldn't hurt like this. Your really screwing with my life babe.
Today's my first day at this school. It's a lot smaller then our school. Maybe that's a good thing. I sure hope it is. There's a girl in my lit class that has the same color red your hair was last month, and in my theater class there's a skinny girl who has the same ombré hair you have only instead of blue to purple it's purple to blue. She was facing away from my when I walked in and for a second I though it was you Samm
I stood not to far a way from nameless girl as she read knowing it was to late to try and keep Sammie and where I came from hidden. I studied her face waiting for some indication that she had read the few short entries I had written. I knew she was finished when I quiet "oh" slipped slowly from her mouth.
