Dear Diary,
That day in July was one of the worst days ever in school. Every teacher kept scolding me for some or the other reason and it felt as if all my labor went to dust. I worked for years to get to my position. And my position was near the top of the class. I'm being humble here lol. Anyway, I was pissed and on top that, for some reason, TAR didn't speak to me, even though we sat together and all. It was terrible. It sucked. All I wanted was to cry. Which sucked even more.
So I came home, and locked myself in my room and started crying. Fat, crocodile tears. Like a kid. It was ugly, but idgaf. I removed my phone and clicked on Veronica's chat, for some reason. Our last conversation was of her asking if I did the homework and me replying no. Short. I closed it. I didn't wanna cling onto her. I was choosing a good song to match my mood when she texted.
Sebastian.
Yeah?
Heyy!
Hi
Are you fine?
Why do you always ask that? -_-
...you looked awful at school today, no need to snap at me like that.
k.
you looked sad. Why?
Did you really mean it when you said you were there for me?
-_-
I did, dumbass.
Now tell me, what's bothering you?
So I told her. I don't know why. It's not like I had anything to lose. She wouldn't tell anyone, I oddly believed that. She listened patiently, and stuck on my side. And she helped me calm down. It was nice having a friend like that.
Is she a friend? I guess. We almost talk on a regular basis now. So I guess she classifies as a friend.
Mum made butter chicken today and I am in heaven. I can still taste it. Yum.
It's 11 PM. Andrew didn't sleep yet, has no plans on doing so anytime soon. He just began watching The Conjuring. What a kickass movie. I love watching it. It's his first time, oddly, but nothing can scare him. He seemed to be in a good mood, so I left him alone. TR still aren't talking, but they haven't been online today at all so it's alright.
I tried to study chemistry, but of course, 5 mins after opening the text book, I felt sleepy. So I'm sleeping. Night.
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