Asking Mary Why

Into the Dark

I felt my foot against what I assumed was a tiled flooring, but I still couldn't see anything. Suddenly, I was blinded by a large, fluorescent light in the middle of the room, and many rainbow colored strung paper lanterns hung among the shelves. The room seemed to be in the shape of a rectangle, with a little indent for where the door was, and the entire wall was covered in bookshelves. The room was "hamburger style" from where the door stood, and the door was in the middle of the long wall.

"This is it!" Lola squealed.

The walls were all painted bright blue, and the left wall had a mural that they must have painted when they were younger. It had little stick figures of the two of them with a rainbow going over the top with "BEST FREINDZ" going on the rainbow. They were surrounded by flowers and butterflies, and the sun in the corner was even wearing sunglasses.

"It looks... Nice?" I said, not sure of what else to say. I walked to the middle of the room , which had a fluffy pink rug with two large purple beanbags on it. The room was a good size, probably about the size of the average classroom, maybe bigger. The flooring was tiles, as I had previously guessed, but they were golden tiles. Not many rooms have golden tiles.

"Isn't it great? I spent so much of my childhood and teen years in here... Look on that bookshelf, there are so many scrapbooks and magazines. If we were to find anything, it would probably be in there."

"Which bookshelf?" I asked. There were like ten of them.

"I don't know, all of them? They all have important things, but they are organized by age. I would start from the right, that's the oldest. The further left you go, the younger it gets."

I walked over to the right-side of the bookshelves, and looked at all of the books, photos and CDs. There was a ton of stuff here, and I had no idea where to start.

"Are you gonna help?" I asked, knowing I couldn't do it alone.

"Yeah, just give me a minute."

"Alright."

There were books, diaries, movies and even some clothes, either in boxes or on the shelf. I grabbed what looked like the most recent diary and opened it. It read:

MARY'S DIARY (NO PEEKING UNLESS YOU'RE LOLA)

DAY 1: Hey Diary, I don't like to put dates because they can be traced back to me, but I will say this is being written towards the beginning of the school year. I have one goal this year: TALK TO JESS!!!!!!! I know I can do it, I have to. He is just sooooooo HAWT! OMG Diary, I just can't take it anymore. It's senior year, and I have to do something before it's too late. I just need to get rid of Joy... Until next time.

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DAY 23: YASSSSSSS Diary! I can see that things are starting to look up for me. Jess broke up with Joy!!!! I heard things got ugly, maybe I can use this to my advantage. Offer to comfort him??? Maybe. Plus I got an A on that Calc. test. I really can make it through the year!

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DAY 44: I went downtown today... There were a lot of tall buildings... I've always wanted to go to the top of one. Diary, help me out here. Today sucked, just another school day. Passed Jess in the hallway a few times so I guess that's worth noting, other than that not much. I have a HUGE bio test on friday, but I feel prepared so hopefully it'll go well. I don't know why I even use all caps for things, it's pretty stupid. What's the point?

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DAY 57: I feel... empty. I don't know what it is. I aced the bio test, just thought you should know. I guess that's cool. Sorry I haven't written in a while diary. I'm sure you've been lonely, but so have I so I guess we're one in the same. Until later I guess.