Tuesday, October 18. 3:46pm.
Dear Journal,
She did it again today. She wouldn't look at me, wouldn't speak to me.
I couldn't even get close to her today. Her friends were always surrounding her. So was half the football team. They were all menacing, almost like they were bodyguards. Like they were her bodyguards. But they weren't. I was. I am. I was supposed to be protecting her. Me! She means everything to me. Not them. She's not theirs.
She's mine.
