January 11, 2016
Dear Journal,
A day without Kevin is extremely boring! There aren't running sounds echoing throughout the house, no screaming for my parents, and no crying for a really weird reason. Same old boring day, of me writing, watching old tv shows, and eating all of my family's ice cream. I'm like a girl who just broke up with a guy and eating ice cream, but I stress eat when I'm, stressed or worried. So in result, I'm worried for Kevin. This afternoon, my mom made me go outside to the park to bike after an hour of chores. Hooray! Not. I took my bike and rode a few blocks to the neighborhood park. I turned back for just one second when I ran into someone. I stumbled off my bike to take control, but I fell off my bike and scraped my knee on the sidewalk. I was whimpering in pain when I saw movement in the corner of my right eye, the figure I had hit, had stood up and limped over to me. I saw a hand come in front of my face, and a smile creep on the figures face. Awesome! I was a guy I hit! Totally worth it! Of course not... I took the guy's hand and he helped me up. I learned that his name was Justin, Justin Tripp. He smiled at me, and for some odd reason, I smiled back. I knew it was a start of a new friendship.
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