Diary of Charlotte Smith (on hold until it gets readers)

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Wednesday, May 3rd, The Mansion, 10:00 pm

Well, I just finished opening all my presents. There were A LOT of presents.

I got a bunch of jewelry from my mom. Some of it’s cool, some of it’s tacky. I got an awesome friendship necklace from Nikki. It has a picture of her, Sophie, and I when we were 5 years old! How did she even get such an awesome picture! I love it! Sophie stopped by later and she gave me this adorable singing card and a T-shirt that said, “This, right here, is what cute looks like,” and it points up to my face. I love it, too! Of course, my dad gave me nothing. What does he care?

Wait; there was a knock on my door.

“Yes?” I asked. “Who’s there?”

“Honey, come on downstairs!” my mom called from the other side. “Someone wants to see you!”

Who could that be? Could it be Nikki or Sophie? Maybe a teacher? Whoever it is, I hope it is worthwhile. I went downstairs slowly. I had to be cautious. What if Mom was being held hostage? I would have to be careful.

My eyes widened. NO! It couldn’t be! How dare he show up! On my BIRTHDAY!!! HOW DARE HE!

I glared at him for a long time.

“Hi, sweetie! Happy birthday! Sorry I’m late!” my father said.

I just stood there. Does he think he can just come in and say hi? Well, he can’t!!

“Honey?” he asked, waving his hand in front of my face.

“Sorry I’m late? Sorry I’m LATE?!” I screamed. “YOU ARE MUCH LATER THAN LATE! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY YEARS IT HAS BEEN?!”

“I thought you would be happy-” he began, but I kept yelling at the top of my lungs.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU HAVE THE FREAKING GUTS TO JUST SHOW UP LIKE THIS! WHY WOULD I BE HAPPY?! YOU LEFT US!!!! I’M THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF HAPPY! I’M PISSED!”

“Honey! Watch your language! You SHOULD be happy! He came all this way from California just to see you! Be grateful!” Mom scolded. “I’m so sorry about this Joseph. She’s still sensitive about our… divorce.”

I flinched at that word. I stood there some more. Then, I stomped pass my father, yanked open the front door, and I slammed the door behind me. I needed some fresh air.

I ran out to the small forest next to my mansion. I sat down on a log and cried. I cried my heart out until I was too tired to cry anymore. How could my father do this to me? He can’t just show up like that!

Snap!

A twig snapped behind me. I stood up, whipped around, and I was surprised to see who was standing there.

“Uh, hey. Is this a bad time?” Jim Fairshonnel said, looking at my tear stained face.

“JIM!” I practically shouted. “No! This time is just fine!” I quickly wiped away my tears.

“Are you sure?” Jim asked cautiously.

“Um, yeah!” I lied. “I was just-” Then I burst into tears at the thought of what happened.

Instead of running away like any jerk would do, Jim stepped forward to comfort me.

“Hey, it’s okay. What happened? I swear I won’t tell,” Jim whispered soothingly in that silk voice of his. “I really won’t. I don’t like to see you like this.”

I sniffled loudly and looked up at his perfect face.

“My dad came from California today,” I said. “He did it for my birthday.”

“Oh,” Jim nodded, like he understood. “I see”

“NO YOU DON’T!” I shoved him away. Nobody understands what I’m going through! He’s just saying that so I could kiss him! What a jerk!

“But, I do!” Jim said a little hurt. “My parents are divorced, and when my mom came over from France, I was so mad….”

I looked at him with wonder. Did that really happen to him? Was he lying? I decided to ask him myself.

“You aren’t lying, are you?” I asked.

“No. I would never lie to you- err- I mean anyone,” he corrected himself. “It really happened.”

Wow, I thought. He really does understand!

I know that this was a stupid move, but I hugged him. At first, it was awkward because he didn’t hug back. Then he decided to hug back. He was warm and his arms were firm. He held me like I was a delicate piece of glass that would break into a million pieces if he let go. I savored the moment. He knew the exact time to stop.

Once we stopped hugging, I smiled at him.

“You’re different,” I said.

“Ha, thanks,” Jim grinned back.

His beautiful grin was like the sun. It almost blinded me.

I stood up. “Um, I should probably just get this stupidity over with so my dad will leave,” I said.

“Oh, yeah,” he said like he forgot about it. “Well, if you need me, I’m always behind your mansion.”

“Really?” I asked in wonder. “I never realized!”

“Neither did I, until I met you here,” he laughed. “Now we know!”

“Yeah, I guess we do,” I giggled. “And I’m glad too.”

Then we both stood there. It was awkward.

“Well, bye,” I said, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, bye,” he said.

We parted our ways. When I looked back to see him one last time, he was looking too. Our eyes locked and I sighed, but not loud enough for him to hear.

God, he’s the best crush I have ever had. Well, he’s the only crush I’ve ever had, but he’s still the best all the same.

Now, I need to get this day over with. I never thought I would be saying this on my own birthday.

NOTE: i know, i completely forgot about the whole liscense thing, but fear no more! Charlotte will get her liscense soon...;-)