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Clarice

Written in Clarice Goodman's Journal

Time: 4:01 PM, 10/21/13

When: Clarice Goodman had just gotten home from school. 

"Dear Diary, 

I'm terribly confused. After school, Michael texted me to meet him in the auditorium and I found him sitting on the stage. He told me he feels comfortable there, so that's where he wanted to discuss things. I'll admit, that was a little worrying. Even though we've been together(?), I'm still paranoid that it's all some sort of grotesque practical joke. That it was just some bet made by Catie Trenga and her band of brutal banshees. (Aha, alliteration.) 

On with the story; so we met up and he comforted me. He said to ignore Lux and that what he and I have is brilliant. He looked down, and then he looked me in the eyes, straight in the eyes and told me that I had saved his life. He confided that he had been lethargic and largely unmotivated until he met me. He said that I was a shining example of all he wanted to be. Kind. Brilliant. Circumspect. Lovely. We kissed. 

I smiled at all he said, of course I did. How could I not? He bared his soul to me. The untouchable Michael Thatcher showed me who he was under the golden boy charisma. 

But I thought about Lux the entire time. She admitted it. She admitted that she was jealous of Michael. Or was she jealous of what we had together? No. Her behavior, all the taunting and bratty girl bravado, all of that was Lux's misguided attempt to sway me. Or is that just what I'd like to believe? Oh my. Okay, either way, I'm just going to assume that Lux likes me. Has a crush on me. She removed her candied shell to show me her soul as well. 

Two souls in one day. Brilliant. I can barely find my own, thanks very much. 

I'm exhausted. I'm going to take a nap."