The Phoenix That Flew

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April 30, 2016

Dear Journal,

I haven't written here for a while. Andy's friends have started asking me questions, what I was to her, who I am, what have I said to her. I have no answer to their questions. Her parents have started to forgive me. I think they've realized I've done nothing. I read more of our conversations, Andy's and I's. Our third one was my second favorite.

Quentin.
(November 19, 2015, 6:47 pm)

Quennntttiiinnn.
(November 19, 2015, 6:48 pm)

Queennnnnttttiiiiinnnnn.
(November 19, 2015, 6:50 pm)

Queeeennnnnntttttttiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnn.
(November 19, 2015, 6:51 pm)

Yes Phoenix?
(November 19, 2015, 6:51 pm)

I need help with a math problem.
(November 19, 2015, 6:52 pm)

But I suck at math. Can you ask someone else?
(November 19, 2015, 6:53 pm)

Sure, oh, and thank you for standing up for Maria today too.
(November 19, 2015, 6:54 pm)

You saw that?
(November 19, 2015, 6:56 pm)

Yes, but seriously thanks, she was my best friend in middle school. She's not very strong and she needed help. But you don't know her, so why'd you help her?
(November 19, 2015, 6:57 pm)

Because she needed help, just like you said. Also, quick question, are you a boy or a girl?
(November 19, 2015, 6:58 pm)

Female.
(November 19, 2015, 7:00 pm)

Are you Amy? Amelia? Arianna? Anna?
(November 19, 2015, 7:01 pm)

I think I like you Quentin.
(November 19,2015, 7:03 pm)