willow
Once Willow picked up the journal that belonged to the strange boy who left lunch early, she slipped it into her back pack where it stayed there until the end of the day. As she started walking away from the school and towards her normal route home, she brought it out once again.
She tried to read the scribble scrabble of the boy's handwriting.
Entry #1: 1 year ago
My counselor said I should start a journal because of my "problems." Yeah, so hi. This is the journal that my counselor told me to write in.
I don't see what is so wrong with me that I have to go see a stranger to talk to from hours on end. There's nothing wrong with me...
She doesn't speak it, but I know she thinks I will explode any moment. Run away, or whatever. It's true I get angry for no reason, but it's not like I'm going to blow up like a bomb or something.
Whatever.
Willow had reached her house, but she was still focused on reading this diary. This young kid was very vague. What problems? What had happened?
All she knew was that he went to the same school as her. Everyone in her grade knew who went to a counselor and who didn't. They were nosy like that. So this kid must have been really good at blending in the background.
Entry #2: 1 year ago
My counselor keeps being super sensitive to me, but everyone at school has no idea. They laugh along at jokes, and all I do is watch. Adults tell me I shouldn't make a scene or a fuss and that I should just blend in. But it's hard now, without my mom.
I stopped talking to my friends. They are white noise. They act like that party on Friday night is the biggest deal in the world, as if some kid their age isn't dying in the hospital right this moment. It makes me angry.
One teacher today asked me to stay after class. So I stayed in my seat. She strolled over to me in her 4 inch heels and bent down and whispered in my ear, "Hey, if you need anything, just ask me."
"Why would I need anything?" I questioned her out loud.
She stood there awkwardly, tapping her foot. "Didn't your mom just die?" The insensitive teacher asked, peering at me with these wide eyes like she had just seen a puppy die.
"No."
I lied.
Lying has become normal. But it doesn't bother me.
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