Little Red Riding Hood

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

A little weight had been lifted off my shoulders now that I had told someone what I had been feeling. It is always good and healthy to get things off your chest. If you don’t you feel like total shit for the rest of the week.

As I walked back to town my mined reviewes the conversation I had just had. I had two peoples advice on this situation and both had the same answer. But I wasn’t sure if I should  go out with Matty. I know he is a great guy and all but I don’t think he was the right guy for me. But should I give him a chance and see where it goes? It wouldn’t hurt but if I didn’t feel anything and Matt did, what then? I keep thinking that maybe I should because it will make him and my family happy. But I am so scared and confused also. I don’t want to be in a relationship because I fear that it will hold me back from my dreams and ambitions. I was serious when I wanted to explore the world, it wasn’t a simple excuse to get me out of the deep end, I was being honest. I believe most people wanted to do it also but no one ever challenged it because they were to afraid of the forest. But I wasn’t and I wanted to be past that.

I jumped up the ladder and climbed up into my house. I took off my coat, shaking it a few times to dislodge the snow before hanging it up. I slipped off my boots leaving them beside the fire.  There candles were not on in the house suggesting that no one was home. “Hello?” I called out to test my thought. I checked all the levels making sure that no one was asleep. The house was emoty.

Then I remembered the book in my coat pocket. ‘Only when you are alone’. I grabbed it out and went upstairs and onto my level. I sat on the bed and studied the book. It was about the size of my hand and filled with yellowed pages. The cover was red with purple stripes. A love heart decorated the middle with smaller ones surrounding it.

I opened up the page seeing neat and scraggly writing. It was a diary. I read the first page enthusiastically.

Dear Diary,

Today was my birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Daddy got me this diary and I love him so much. Now I can write all my thoughts and everything. I’m so excited. I am going to write a story in here about a girl who meets this prince on a white horse and he steals her away and into the real world. I wish that would happen to me. Me and my prince charming.

I read the next:

Dear Diary,

Gave up on the story. Started it and got bored of it, it’s just so much better to fantacise. (Sigh) I know I am only 15 but I saw this guy in town today. He’s a new comer, his parents are rich and travelled across the land in search of a little town to stay in for peace and quiet. And guess what…? He’s my neighbor. Oh my gosh, isn’t that great. He is 16 and a half but a true charmer. He has everything a girl could dream of. I can’t stop thinking about him and he is so beautiful I can’t help but stare sometimes. Some families are trying to set their daughters up with him. I hope his parents don’t agree…I shall write soon, hopefully of the new boy.

I skipped a couple of pages trying to get to some god parts.

Dear Diary,

I found out new boy’s name today. It’s Andy. And he came to talk to me today while I was in school. I couldn’t stop staring at him and all the girls were jealous. I didn’t want to open my mouth in case I said something stupid. But he was so handsome. Andy tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and stroked my cheek. I blushed so badly, it was so embarrassing but he just laughed and said I was beautiful when I did that. I’m not afraid to blush anymore.