Me and Emilie

Chapter 2: Finding Em

December 10th

Chpter #2; Entry #4:

"I'm not as crazy as you think I am"

Dear Emilie,

Today I am truly going to tell you a story. It was about my day at school yesterday when I found out that I was going crazy. I know you already think I'm crazy, but I'm not as crazy as you think I am. I really think I'm going crazier each passing minute. :( Its sad. Well, anywho, Yesterday I found out that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have a friend. Someone who I could talk to, cry on his/her's shoulder, to make me laugh or to simply explain my feelings too. And really, I wouldn't mind if that person that I considered my friend, or even my best friend is Quin. He's really funny and he thinks I'm extremely funny he can also make me smile a lot. I really think that is what a friend is, someone who can make you smile even in your worst times. And Quin, can effect me like that. just seeing his face brightens up my day. I know it sounds like I fancy this boy but I charish his friendship and I really like that he is my friend. We sit at lunch together everyday now, me and Quin always tease each other. A few days ago he even said "You look quite elegant today, El" I really don't know if to consider that a compliment or him making fun of me. He also gave me a nickname, I know it sounds rediculous, but yes, he gave me a nickname. My own nickname! I've never had a nickname before. Back to the compliment, when he told me that I blushed, it was such an uncontrollable blush, I couldn't even hide it! He even saw it, I probably looked like a fool to him. A total fool for blushing so uncontrollable. Then he laughed at me, he really laughed. I'm leaning towards that he was actually making fun of my outfit. But really, I don't know. I don't know how to read Quin's emotions and feelings yet. But, he can read me like I'm a book thats laying on the ground waiting to be found.

Anyway, today is Sunday and I invited Quin over. :) I hope you're not jealous. I just want you to know, nobody can replace you Em. Nobody<3. But today, I have a question for you... if I tell Quin about you do you think he'll leave me? Because I talk to a journal like she is a person? I don't know, maybe I should or maybe I shouldn't. I probably shouldn't, I don't want him to think I'm a complete loon. Even though he probably already does...

Now Emilie, I'm going to tell you a story! Yes A story! Its this time of the week again, "Tell Emilie a Story Day" or for short "Sundays Story" Haha. Ok, the story starts off in a thrift store outside of where I live, Wisconsin. Its about a little girl named Elsa that was on a mission. Her mission was to find a journal. She didn't know what the journal was going to be used for but she had $31.23 in her pocket and she was determined to find something that would be worth treasuring. I knew you would guess it Emilie, this story is how I found my best friend/ And my best friend is you, Em. :)

Kay, so please enjoy my dear friend~

"Mommy mommy! I wanna spend my money on a journal, I've always read books about people that had journals and I wanna be like those people" says Elsa, cheer spreading her whole face. her mothers voice sweet and calm responded "Okay, Elsa dear, let me take you to a store and you can buy a journal. Now run along and get your birthday money" with a smile on her face Elsa ran away to get her small purse. As soon as Elsa and her mother arrived at the store Elsa couldn't get out of her seatbelt fast enough. As soon as she got it unbuckled she dashed out of the car into the thrift store. Elsa's eyes widened when she saw all the beautiful notebooks and journals. But, Elsa was determined to find one as one-of-a-kind as her. After 2 hours of shopping she finally came to an agreement" . The journal was so beautiful, the covers were a leather with a border of small, elegant flowers with a small string to wrap around it. Her eyes filled with joy as she found the journal that was everything she needed. Little did Elsa know, is that that journal would soon become her best friend. And her gardenon of her deepest secrets. Elsa paid for the journal, then ran to find her mum. Her mum was pleased at how good Elsa did at finding the breath-taking journal. Days passed and Elsa brought that journal with her everywhere. To the store, school, to the bathroom she even slept with it under her pillow. Everyday she would write in it. She would write about anything that came to her mind. One day Elsa was writing in her journal, and thought that this special journal deserved to have a name. Without a second of thought she knew the Name would be Emilie. And thats how Emilie, the journal, was born. The End."

That is the end of my story, I still love you as much as I did the first day I found you! Maybe even a little more, oh what am I kidding I love you WAY more than I did back then. :) Have a good Sunday Em.<3 :)

~Elsa or El(;

I quickly put away Elsa, looking in the mirror and flashing myself a smile before walking away. I look at me phone "1 new message: Quin" I open the message and it reads "just left my house, see ya soon El." I throw myself on the bed and quickly reply "Kay, see ya then Quinny (;" I laugh at the nickname I gave him and he replys "I'm already outside waiting El-El, check the time I sent the last message e.e..." I run downstairs, somehow I managed to get down there without falling, breaking something or breaking my face. I open up the door and see Quin standing there with a smile on his face. "Sup" I say making the duck face "You're so uncool" he laughs then pushes his way into my home, "nice place ya got here El" I sighed "Thanks its mostly just me and the house my parents are always gone, wanna soda or something to eat?" I say looking for something to eat "Typical Elsa" he laughs "Where do your parents go?" I shrugged my shoulders "Business trips, I mean I don't mind it. I like being alone it gives me time to think" he nods in understandment.

We are up in my room and he's just talking about things in general. I nod and act if I'm listening. "Hey! Earth to El-El!" "What?" I say looking at him and seeing what he wants my face turns to panic when I see he's holding Em, I scramble outta bed and of course, being the clumsy one I am I fall on my butt in the mean time. I look up at him, sorta angry slashed worried "You can't read that! Stop! You can't haven't you ever heard of privacy!" I get up off the floor when I finally come to my senses. "Gemme that!" he looks at me puzzled "Who's Em or Emilie?" I rub my arm and feel my face heat up, "She's-um-my- best friend?" I say it comes out as more of a question, I face palm myself and sit down on my bed. I look at Quin and simply say

"Can you keep a secret?"