Like Sheaves Of Corn (#Wattys2016)

Sowing: Resentment

Today is Monday so school sucked as usual. Mavis isn't talking to me for some reason. I'm a little disappointed because she is the closest friend I have...well, Karen and Joey and Irene are still cool but Mavis and I spend more time together, even after school.

I wish I could just meet new people. I'm tired of the same old drama. People can't just decide not to talk to other people, like come on, it's 2007, that is so preschool.

Oh diary, I saw Kit today, Irene said he looked yummy so I guess he looked cute. At lunchtime, he came over to my class just to see me. 

HE     CAME     TO     MY     CLASS!!!

I spend most of my lunches in my homeroom because I really don't like being around people and luckily the people I like hanging around don't mind being there with me.

You should have seen Irene's face when Kit walked in. I guess I kinda liked the attention. All of my friends haven't dated yet and I guess I like how jealous they get when I talk about him. I feel like a woman :)

So well, he headed straight toward us, I had to will myself not to have a heart attack or something.
That boy could really be into me, he could be the one. For him to take such initiative, it's awesome.

I panicked a little but then I remembered that Ruth hadn't come to school because Kit could have gotten us into a lot of trouble.

Imagine what could have happened had he just walked in to see me and Ruth was there? We would have had a lot of explaining to do.

He said that he missed me and couldn't wait until after school to see me. He even brought me a lolly. He's so charming.

I don't know if I'm bothered by the fact that he's a little older than me. But then again, if I can get a 17 year old boy falling for me, I guess I've got a good thing going.

After school I came home and everything went by pretty slowly.

Diary, I swear this house feels haunted. Something just isn't right and everyone is feeling it, not just me.

My brother isn't as loud anymore, mom didn't even ask me to do the dishes after supper tonight. We all avoid looking at where dad used to sit, without him, it's just a chair...the forth empty chair...so why won't we look?

Mom asked about school and I found that odd because I've never been anything less than an A student and she knows that. I told her school was okay, she nodded but it didn't seem like she heard.

I wish I could get away from this house. It all just feels like an empty chair. I need a hug...I wish dad was here.

But it's his fault that the chair is empty, that the house is empty. He could have at least tried to stay, you don't give up on love that easily.

When I get married, I'll never ever leave. I promise