Ghostories: Journal [Been ON HOLD]

Entry #11

Having one single class for an entire day, no matter how early the time (7:30 am), it truly is a wonderful thing. I was, at first, a bit annoyed to have a class on a Friday (Liz told me that not having class on Fridays is the best; she knows firsthand), but it's English, plus at an early time, so I can get it done and then enjoy my Friday. We learned about a modern day author wrote an autobiography-like young adult novel that was quite... interesting? Yup. Interesting. I mean, it was his first time writing a novel, in his whole entire life, and then he just sat down and was like "I will write a novel!". Impressive, if anything. I love the language and the books, but I have never set myself to such a goal as he did. Then he got his book published. I wish I had that much motivation.

After I got back, I gathered up Mel and Cecilia (Sarah had class) and we ran over to the dining hall. The huge brick building seemed annoyed to see us so excited for a boring brunch. But we were hungry, so there was nothing it could do. We swiped ourselves in with our cards and checked out the food. There was still breakfast food left, although above the smells of breakfast, there was the dim scent of lunch in the air. The menu said that it would be some fish dish. Tilapia, was it? I think so.

We got chased out of the dining hall at 10 because they had to set up for lunch, so we sat at the benches outside and tried to plan our day. None of us had any more classes so it was perfect. Cecilia called Sarah, who had just finished class, and the four of us sat and tried to formulate a plan.

In the end we decided to go down the beach, on one of the busiest and fun streets along the shore. It was filled with stores and restaurants, coffee shops and trinket shops. And I discovered an awesome bookstore! As we walked in, the display caught my eyes. A book with a cover grotesquely yet beautifully splattered with blood. The strange aesthetic-ness of the cover drew me to pick up the book and read the back. Mel cringed at the blood and Cecilia was looking elsewhere. It turned out to be a historical fiction/ mystery with some supernatural mixed in. And the storyline captivated me. So, even as my wallet seemed to cry a little, I picked up a copy and bought it. "Ghostly Mutterings". It's now perched on my bookshelf next to my English textbook. The spine has no blood splatters on it so Mel is okay with me having it there, as long as she doesn't see the blood. Her aversion to blood is pretty bad. Maybe I'll cover it tomorrow with extra paper.

Signing off,

Naomi