11:30am
I brushed the knots out of my dirty blond hair and tied it up into a high, but not too high pony tail. I also applied a little bit of makeup. Lancôme mascara, my no-acne foundation, and my grey and gold eyes eyeshadow. As soon as I was done, I grabbed my bag with my phone and diary and headed out the wooden door.
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WHOOO!! Alright! This is...whoa!!!! THIS IS FUN!!!!!
I screamed at the top of my lungs while we zipped down the mountain of a hill quite quickly. I could see his blue eyes stare into me, trying to read me, like he knew I was reading his thoughts too. His blond hair glistened in the sun and blew with a soft and gentle breeze in the wind. His smile, white as a ghost. And his laugh, it reminded me of a time when I was little, before my grandfather died. I was happy, happy as a clam and had a smile no one could forget, I was told. "Wow, that was fun, thanks for taking me biking. I haven't had this much fun since....well since my grandfather, who was quite close to me, passed away, unfortunately." I said with a dark tone in my voice. I couldn't help but stare at his sympathy for me on his face. His expression, very readable. In fact, one might say that he lost someone close to him too because I could see it on his face. He truly knew how I felt. He understood me, better than I understand myself. "I'm so sorry, I know what it's like to lose someone so close to you, it's like having your favorite thing in the whole entire world be ripped to shreds and the shreds be torn in pieces." He's so poetic. Such passion. Truly. Wow. He actually understands me. And I've known him for what, a day, two days? I could definetly see me and him having a future together. I noticed that he seemed to be getting a little bored. Out of nowhere, he says randomly(but cute)"Hey, wanna grab polar pops at the nearby Circle K? It's just half a mile down the road, and I think it might be fun. Sort of like, an adventure!" I said "Sure, let me text my mom, can I meet you at the house really quick? I have to grab my journal too." He nodded in agreement and then we biked off to my house.
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When I got home, I quickly ran to my room, pulled out my journal from my nightstand next to my bed and began writing:
Dear Diary,
OMFGOSH, IM BIKING WITH THE GUY NEXT DOOR AND WE ARE GETTING POLAR POPS....what should I say..?????? Is this like a date? I'm too young! But what if?! I have to go, don't want to keep my "date" waiting....
DYING OF JOY INSIDE,
~~~~~~~~~~~Anna
I ran to my mom across the house and told her where we were going. "Wow, your really into this new boy, aren't you? Someone's got a little crush!!!!" I ignored her and went out the garage store. He was standing in my yard. I could tell that he changed his shirt into a grey and green shirt. "Ready? You take FOREVER!" I chuckled in agreement and we headed to the nearby Circle K.
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The Secret Romance with the Boy Nextdoor
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