So. Here we are.
Seems like I finally did end up writing to you. But it's not like I have a choice. You literally fell into my hands.
But to make things clear: You're not a diary. I am a boy and boys don't write in diaries. You're a...memory book. Yes, that seems fitting. And like I most of my things have names, so you shall too.
Your name will be uhh...John. Nice, simple, okay.
So anyway John. What do I do now? Tell you how my day has been? It's boring, I don't wanna talk about it...
Okay, sheesh! Stop bugging me. I'll tell you.
Today Scar punched a boy. Because apparently he said something about me. I didn't hear exactly what but Scar says it was bad. So she punched him. She's got a mean hook. I've experienced it a couple of times myself.
Mitchell got asked again if he wants to join the football team. He declined. Again. Even though I tell him that he should join. Again.
Me: You should go join the team dude.
Mitchell: Don't bloody want to, man.
Me: Why not? You'd be much better than Parker Hood.
Mitchell: I know.
Scar: Alarm. Large, inflated ego
Mitchell: Shut it, Scar. And I just don't want to join the team.
Scar: It's the bromance.
Me: The what?
Mitchell: I said shut up Scar.
Scar: He doesn't wanna join the team because they didn't pick you.
That explains a lot, you see. I've been a scrawny kid since forever. And apparently I lack the skills of a football player. And therefore I never get picked to play for our school. That of course angers me to no ends because I do know how to play. Football lessons since age four wasn't just for fun, you know? But Parker Hood, the legendary (my ass) captain of our legendary (my ass) team of our legendary (my ass into infinity) school thinks otherwise.
You shouldn't let him drag you down. Fight for what you want. Show Hood what has been missing in his team.
Mitchell however seems to be more bothered with this because he always refuses to play for the school. Scar says it's because he doesn't wanna play for someone who declines his friend.
I'm awfully flattered but I'm equally angered. The lousy dude shouldn't quit on his dreams just because the team doesn't want me. Football, sports in general, is Mitchell's true love. And now he's throwing it all away.
Anyway, I've gotta go. It's Taco Tuesday (it's actually Friday but my mom can be confusing like that) and Taco is my true love.
So is mine:)
(FYI, I don't do love, Ruben or xoxo. So to make this more manly I'll write fyfy (fuck you fuck you))
fyfy
Ruben
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Short StorySomething terrifying happens to Ruben Butler. He loses his diary! And then he finds it again. Only for something terrifying to happen again. Ruben Butler finds a handwriting that is unmistakably not his scratched on the pages of his diary. What...
