Gloria Matthewson
Knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep the rest of the night I swiftly lifted my feet off Max bed.
Then hearing the squeak of the boards I mentally cursed them. Slipping my sweatshirt on my bang slipping on my eye hiding my crystal blue eyes leaving the green exposed.
Muting my phone I slip on some Nike slides and got up. Looking on the balcony of the hallway I look at the total stranger that turn into my acquaintance in the matter of hours.
Going down the stairs in a quiet manner I took a glimpse at the messed up blonde that was referred as Max Fineler.
Looking over him,he look a ease but when the green eyes hit the light he was tense.
Forcing her eyes away plugging her earbuds in,she let out at sigh making a way to his front door.
Pulling the door open the looking back wincing at the Max.
He was watching her startle with surprise eyes.
"What's up with being up a 2 am in the morning"
Gloria momentarily pause going into thought. Alot raced through her. Should I respond?
Tapping into my common sense, (which I didn't have lately) I stood there with a emotionless blank face saying,"Taking a stroll what does it look like I'm doing sneaking to go catch a leprechaun"
Shaking his head at my sarcasm he spoke in a hushed tone " Don't take this wrong,but what am I supposed to think when a person sneaks out in the morning probably going to-
Interrupting I strugged,"Smoke some weed".
Looking stunned for a few then opening his mouth then closing it probably thinking it through.
Settling the silence I said,"Good boy, see you amigo".
Piercing me with his green eyes I shut the door slipping in my earbuds letting the melodies fill my combustlin head.
Max Fineler
She was so...so...stubborn which is probably from her mood.
Sometimes I wonder if she was bipolar,if that was the case I would've understood.
Flexing my joints for a while then,...Thwam.
Wincing from the sound of the door,then suddenly wondering if it awoke my mom.
After a few minutes of tense silence, I let out a shudder sigh cursing Gloria under my breath sometimes I wonder if she had brain issues that needed medical attention but instead she was a b--
Something rip me out my thoughts...the notebook on the counter was hers.
Jasmine Cantonva,my best friend's journal was sitting on the desk.
Forgetting how much Jasmine begged him not to look in there he grabbed the notebook and flopped down on the couch.
Flipping through the first page:
October 12 2012
Hello journal I want you to know I've had some doubts abouts becoming Krystals friend and have been doubting our friendship between me and Max ever since.... I had cancer.
I've been hiding it from my siblings and best friends since we were in 5th grade.
My thoughts about dying sometimes brought me to..to suicide. It's not fair my life is cut short and...nobody will help through but my stepmother and Aunt Jarvis. I've been dying slowly everyday and dying even more since my life will be cut short at the age 18.
I love Max so much...I can't help beg to the Lord I won't leave,please.
Signed in pain,Jasmine M. Cantonva.
Pain overwhelmed Max,his Jasmine was suffering and was hiding it to not put her pain on anybody else's shoulders. His eyes brimmed with tears as he continue to read her notebook until he came to violent writing.
May 17 2014
Kill me nobody cares Imma die in a few weeks.
Suicide is the only answer
Suicide is the only answer
Pull the trigger,pull the trigger!
Powww
Powwww
Powww
Death is all that's left for me and I can't bear to hurt my friends and myself any longer.
Max read on but it kilt him when he saw drawings of knives,devils,and die,die,die.
As he kept reading he arrived to her last intro.
July 23 2014
Bout to get drunk with Bridget...ayee
Imma live its like my last
Goodbye forever my journal
Max if your reading please forgive me...I can't stand it much longer I wanna die....
My forever goodbyes,Jasmine .M. Cantonva:)
Closing the book steaming tears as he went back to the scene where his bestfriend and her mother died together in a car accident. He want her back wanted her to take it all back.
Whispering he spoke " I love you jasmine,my jasmine RIP I...I love you...
Sobs came in at the end of the sentence came. His Jasmine was gone,gone forever and nothing he could do about it.
Gloria Matthewson
Mentally I kick myself because I left my charger. Why?,she didn't know.
Opening the door a sweaty blonde with tears down his face.
"Max"
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Teen FictionGloria Matthewson was a uprising Soccer star when she cross paths with a couple new obstacles of her friendship,and new acquaintances that she might not go alone in the end. As she go about she figure out some drastic changes about her life that mig...
