Red ✔

Sincerely, Clive McNeil

Now I have it all figured out.  I cannot believe I am so dumb and immature about this entire situtation.

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Dear Diary,

It is her birthday today. Her 10th birthday.

I made fun of her outfit. It made me want to hit myself and say sorry to her, but as I have said before, I have to stick to how it is. Who knows what will happen if I do not.

I wanted to hug her because she looked so sad and lonely, even on her birthday. She frowned or more like a weak smile when the class was singing, “Happy Birthday.” I wonder what happened that made her so upset. I want to make her happy by giving her a drawing I drew of a birthday cake. It took me a long time to create it. It is supposed to match her great personality: blue for sadness but deep like the blue sea, red for love or loving, and white for trying to be nice (to everyone except me), but I guess she is in too bad of a mood for me to give it to her.

I hope she is not like that tomorrow.

Sincerely,

Clive McNeil

A drawing of that cake is paper clipped to the page.  It is looks neat for a ten year old. 

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Dear  Diary,

Today is the last day of school and we got out of school at 12:00 pm. I said bye to my friends and shot the last goal at the basketball court before leaving the school for summer break. It is sad to watch my friends go, especially Scarlet (well, I ish we were). I do not understand why I flirted with Victoria all the time, she is such a...I do not know, but I do know she is not a good girl. She is very pretty and very smart, but she is really really mean. I wanted to say goodbye to Scarlet but all we say to each is: “I hope dragons bite off your neck and throw it down the Grand Canyon."  or “You probably going to stay at home all day like the loner you are.” We stuck out tongues at each other and walked our separate ways. When I looked back, she looked back at me, too. At first, I thought it was a good thing, but it was not, most definitely. She stuck her nose up and turned around. So much for getting my hopes up.

Sincerely,

Clive McNeil

 

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Dear Diary,

It is the second day of March Break. We drove to the cottage near the lake in West Virginia yesterday. Right now, I am in my personal bedroom in the cottage. Every year, we go to have family reunions on my mom’s side. We have bonfires, rafting, zip lining, ghost stories, and lots more.  At 10 a.m., we went canoeing. At 12 p.m., we went fishing with Uncle Trevor and Dad, and at 5 p.m., we went hiking with the whole family. It was fantastic! I hope we do more things tomorrow. Dad said he has an exciting scehdule planned for tomorrow.

Since I have not written for a few months, let me update you on some stuff. I got out my retainers. I only got them for about six months. It feels so much more comfortable to eat now. I got a grey Parasonic camera.  It is has high quality footage. I take pictures of my art and...her.  I know, it is creepy, but she is so beautiful in her green top that wears like once a month. She is like she has a billion clothes. It is like every day she wears something new. I think she is sort of rich or I am not very rich.

One last thing. It has been bothering me for two weeks. Scarlet owned me in basketball. She was good for a girl. It brought my self-esteem down, knowing she got a shot by stealing the ball from my hands. No one takes anything from me! Anyway, it was impressive and sort of, cool. I like how she was not afraid to stand up for herself. She even wore these fancy clothes.  I pretended not to care, but I did. A lot. However, she did something weird. She held my hand. I do not know why, but SHE DID. I felt something. I cannot think of the word right now, but I will figure it out in one of the love books in the library. When I looked into her eyes, she stared back deeply. It scared me. Does she know I like her? I cannot tell. But maybe she likes me. I mean, who can resist all of this?  I guess I am kidding myself she will like me. I mean, ever since then, she has gotten meaner and scarier and we got into trouble more often. What is she afraid of?