The Journal

Chapter: 4- The Second Entry

Chapter: 4- The Second Entry

Wednesday, December 3, 20**

As the bell signaling the end of the day rung I stayed in my chair, waiting for the stampede of teenagers to clear out. After I could no longer hear the squeaking and clicking of shoes I slowly rose from my seat and walked out of the classroom.

Walking down the hall I made a couple turns before passing by the office on my way to the side door of the school. Just as I was about to pass the door I heard it open and the fast clinking if heels following me.

I already knew who it was but not wanting to turn around I kept walking as if I was oblivious to the clinks.

"Hey!"

Nope I cannot hear anything! Where's my notebook by the way?! I did write a lot of notes in there today. I mean if I misplaced that it would be horrible. Like its not like I'll even be able to write without it...I should look for it. Yep! Look for it after I get out-

"Hey!"

Of this school.

I kept walking as if I still didn't hear anything until the woman finally said.

"Zoey Carter! Listen to your mother when she's talking to you!"

I stopped. I was literally ten feet away from freedom. Ten feet away from making my way out of this school. From avoiding this upcoming event.

I mean, I knew this day would come but I had hoped it would never. I think it might have been rushed when she saw my last progress report but that doesn't matter!

You are only ten feet away. If you turn around and look at her you can avoid getting in trouble by pretending you didn't hear her. If you run these last ten steps there's no way she can catch you before you're already halfway home. I mean for God's sake she's wearing five inch heels! RUN!

BUT! If I ran I would've been in even more trouble so like the good daughter I am I turned around...fake confusion plastered on my face.

"Huh?! Mom?! What are you doing here?!"

Looking up at her I could see she was wavering in calling me out before she sighed and gave up, walking over to me and grabbing my arm. Dragging me back to the office she talked on the way there. And me? I just stared forlornly at the door.

"I'm here today since I scheduled a meeting with your math teacher and Mr. David."

Still trying to act innocent and get out of this situation I batted my eyelashes as I looked at her.

"What would you need to talk about with Mr. Scott and Principle David that involves me?"

"Don't even try that with me. I know you're failing and you probably know it too so we'll have the meeting with your teacher and your Principle will recommend a good tutor. Am I clear?!"

Sighing I knew there was no way I could get out of this so I silently looked at the ground before I shook my head yes. But in the back of my mind I was silently cursing Mr. Darvy and and his big mouth that caused me me to miss first block, math, everyday.

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After the three hour meeting was over I had a new tutor, a lot of extra credit homework, and a headache that felt like I was getting hit in the head with a hammer repeatedly. Getting in the car with my mom I thought on the way to the house.

Sighing for the umpteenth time at just who my tutor was I looked at my mother. Id begged her to change the person at least a million times but she had her mind set and there was no going back. Apparently I was stuck being tutored by one of the meanest people in the school and I had no choice in it.

Pierce.
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When the car stopped I hopped out went in the house and straight for my room. Dumping the contents of my bag out on the floor I picked up the two books I needed most and flipped them both open.

Sitting down at the desk I began to write as I skimmed my notes.

Decemeber 3, 20**

Dear journal,

So, some people have impacted my life in a variety of ways. They've changed me and made me into who I am today, and some I can say are for the best, while others for the worst. I have a mother whose done nothing but been hovering over me since the day it all happened. A mother who can't admit that shes wrong and I'm right. A Mother who married a man all because she needed someone, but didn't realize she had me. I have a little sister and brother, they're twins, not older than seven. I love them to pieces, yet because of the things I've been through I can't seem to love them with all my heart. I have a step father, someone I barely see, but who reminds me of something I lost yet at the the same time is someone I can truly say is a definition of the word despise. Then in my life I have people like Joey, those who remind me why I stay by myself and why I keep my armor up. The people who make me realize why I never show my emotions. And then there are people like Pierce, the people who I can't figure out. The people I don't have anything to do with, and who don't remind me of anything. Yet all these people shape me, make me who I am and for some reason no matter how hard I think...I still can't seem to find that girl... I just can't find the "real" me.

JE:#2, Zoey