Cara
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Good morning.
It's Monday and i'm not looking foward to school, like. At all.
I don't get bullied, I'm known around the school. But i'm not popular, if that makes sense.
I honestly don't think I ever wanna be popular, popularity is just filled with drama and people trying way too hard. I'm perfectly fine with my small group of friends.
They've been with me since primary school and i'm glad to call them my best friends. Especially Stassie. Stassie has been with me through it all.
My parents fighting, my heartbreaks, my obsessions, my phase, even when my pet goldfish Nemo died. Yes I named it Nemo quite stereotypical I know.
I was 6 what else was I supposed to name is goldylox? Anyways Stassie has always been that type of person that'd be there for you no matter what. She has such a bubbly personality that annoys me to death sometimes but I love her.
I remember one time we got in a big argument over who'd get to choose the movie for the week. We have this thing where every Friday night we have a slumber party and watch movies all night.
Okay well continuing with my day, today was suprisingly very good. Mr.Dean handed back our geography test results and I scored a perfect 100. Perks on having a mom as a teacher.
Fast foward it was the usual routine go to class, work, lunch, go home. Once I got home and got done with my homework my little in my brain said "Cara, you should go explore. Look how beautiful it is outdoors" so being the little nutshell I am I decided to pay attention.
The walk I took was rare, at first it was like any regular walk. I went through the woods that I used to go when I was younger. Letting my legs take over I found myself walking through a couple of bushes and finding a shallow waterfall.
It was beautiful. The way the aqua water reflected with the tree's leaves. A beautiful sound of the waterfall pouring making you in awe.
June 2nd, I found my place of happiness.
About 10 minutes past and I was just there, sitting and staring at the water thinking about life. What will I do when i'm older? Where will I live? Who will I love? Will I become successful?
My thoughts were interrupted when a young boy around the age 18 or 19 came along. "You come here often?" He asked me. "I just found this place, it seems like a nice place to sort your thoughts out." I softly replied.
"Yeah, I come here to think." he replied "My names Cameron, what's yours?" he added. "My names Cara. Nice to meet you Cameron." I replied with a smile. Something about this boy was really intriguing?
"Um it's getting late so I should go, bye Cameron" quickly telling him. As I was about to leave I felt a soft tug on my arm "Am I gonna see you again?" he pondered, "Maybe, maybe not" and with that I left him in the drift with nothing but thoughts to collect.
Today was awfully wonderful journal, that boy. He was so intriguing and quite attractive. It's 12 AM so I should get to bed. Goodnight journal.
Lots of love,
Cara.
