Lost

This is Only the Beginning

I couldn't  think at the moment. No, not now. I may be out in the still of the forest, but I'm running. From who?

I'm running from everyone.

3 days before

Knock, Knock, Knock

Why is someone here this early? It's 7 AM on a Saturday.

I looked through the hole in the door to see a delivery worker. I fixed myself a little bit and wrapped my blanket around me more snugly and opened the door.

"One package for a Samantha Reynolds,"

"That's me, thank you. Can I ask why you came so early though?"

"Well, looking at the size of the box, it looked like something special and it fell between the seats yesterday, so I couldn't deliver. Just thought you would want it as soon as possible." He smiled at me and walked back to his truck.

I closed the door and looked at the package. What is this?

I go up to my room and pull out a knife to open the box to find a leather bound journal with a cover that says, "Not all those who wander are lost". 

I thought it was peculiar to see, but I opened the journal to look inside. I didn't remember ordering a journal, so I thought it may be a gift.

And to my convenience, on the inside cover wrote a note from someone, but the handwriting was so awful, I couldn't even read the signer.

I sat on my bed and grabbed a pen and just wrote everything on my mind.

March 5, 2016

Dear Diary, or at least, I think that's what you're supposed  use as the opener? I don't really know how this whole thing works. I've only said everything in my mind to get things thought through. 

Who gave this to me and why? I love thinking, so writing will be something I'll have to get used to. I like to just keep everything where no one can find it, which is in my head. I don't like others to know what I'm thinking, but it can change. People would judge me if they knew what I thought. I work hard for my reputation, and now this stupid journal is going to ruin it all...

There was a knock on my bedroom door. 

"Hey are you awake already?" That was my mom.

"Yeah, I got a package."

"What did I tell you about spending your money?"

"I didn't buy it. It was a gift!"

"Sure, just like all of your makeup too. What is it?"

"Some journal. I don't know who gave it to me and I don't know why."

"Interesting, okay, well, I'll let you get back to, journaling? I thought you were gonna go out with a bunch of friends this morning?"

"Oh, yeah, I will text Niki and Diane  in a couple minutes."

I continued writing,

What if Niki finds this and reads this. She'll probably think differently of me, especially since I think I might just write everything on my mind, which is a lot of random stuff. 

I really like the cover on this diary. I love getting lost in my thoughts and just wander in my imagination. My dreams always reflect on my thoughts and life is just great. I have lots of friends and am always kind to others. I love smiling and complimenting others. It makes them smile, which brightens both of our days...

I grabbed my phone and texted my best friend, Niki and Diane. We were going to a rugby game to go support one of my other good friends Don. 

"Hey are you coming today??(:" It was a text from Don.

I actually really liked Don, but didn't dare tell anyone because he's such a good friend and I didn't want to ruin anything. 

I texted back saying of course I was and got dressed in my blue and gold spirit colors. I drove over to Diane's first and then Niki's.

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