Megan's Journal Entries
3/30/2017
Breaking Up,
Love freaking hurts. Why do we need love? News flash we don't. I've spent countless hours contemplating all my ruined relationships. I know the reasons we break up but I can't find the reason of love.
4/1/2017
Grief,
Seems like my brain hates me. It doesn't get the message that I don't need love. I cry and get depressed because my ex moves on without me. She smiles and is happy, she never smiled when she was with me, in fact she was horrible when she was with me.
4/4/2017
Good things,
She was bad for me. The hours I spent crying about something she said, she didn't care about my feelings. She wanted to be loved but didn't want to love back.
4/4/2017
Bad things,
It's a breakup. It hurts to be torn in two by someone you loved even if she didn't love you back.
4/5/2017
Moving on,
I've finally figured out I've loved, lost, and learned from it. Never fall in love with someone that orders you around like a slave. Even if you feel so infatuated by her, LEAVE HER!
4/5/2017
Things Needed In A Relationship
-Respect
-People that believe in the same things I do and don't try to make me break them.
-Honesty
-NICE
Megan's POV
"Megan get your nose out of your journal and come here!" My roommate yells.
That's my roommate Mack, or Mackenzie.
"Coming!" I yell back and put my journal on my nightstand.
Mack is dressed in all school spirt gear, "What the heck are you wearing?"
She frowns at me, "You already forgot? It's the biggest party of the year."
I seriously did forget, "Oh yes the Cimorelli party, lovely." I tell her sarcastically.
"We were invited to go." She tells me.
"No, you were invited and want me to come with you." I say. She does this all the time.
"Same thing." She brushes it off.
I don't feel like arguing with her, "Fine, but don't get too excited."
She starts jumping up and down, "You look like a five year old." I laugh at her.
"I don't care. I got you to come to a party." She smirks and stops jumping.
I put my school sweatshirt and grab a jacket because it snowed today.
I continue the conversation, "Am I a prize or something!"
"In some cases."
"Hey." I hit her on the arm.
"It's the rare sighting of a Nightingale." She says pretending she's wearing binoculars. My full name is Megan Nightingale but I hate that nickname.
"Shut up. You know I don't like that nickname." I fake pout at her.
"It makes it all the more fun to use."
"Well Mackenzie, two can play at that game." I say drawing out the kenzie.
"Okay I surrender." She hates that name more than I hate mine. "Maybe you will have a good time." She says walking up the steps to the house.
We arrive and there are already drunk people all over, "Fun." I look at Mack sarcastically.
"You've been here for a second." She pleads for me to stay.
"Okay, but you're cleaning the dishes for a week." I tell her. I hate doing the dishes so much.
"Deal." She says smiling and runs off.
Mack gets invited to these parties all the time and invites me to go. I hate parties so most of the time I win the argument and stay home. But this is the party of the year and I didn't feel like arguing. I better be wowed.
I walk to the kitchen and find a keg, "Great." I mutter under my breath. I want water and there is none so I guess I have to go find a sister. I don't even know how to begin the search because I don't know what they look like. I'm scanning the room trying to find a picture and I see one on the mantle. I study the picture taking my glasses off to see it up close.
I turn around to go find one of them but one finds me first, "Why are you looking at that?" She asks accusingly.
I'm surprised she's not drunk, "I needed to find one of you."
"Why?" She's studying me.
"I just wanted some water." I respond sheepishly but she smiles.
"Okay, the waters are upstairs I'll bring you there." We reach a skinny stair way. This is an old house and I hate stairs. I stop at the bottom, "Why'd you stop?" She asks me confused.
"These stairs look dangerous." I respond pointing at the old wood stairs.
"They're fine." She smiles comforting me. I take one step at a time not looking up from my feet. "Here you go."
She brings me to a room with three of the girls from the photo. The three girls are studying me just like their sister was.
I don't want to be studied anymore so I ask a question, "Isn't this your guys party? Why aren't you down there?" I point downstairs.
"We hate parties." The tanned girl says. She's very pretty and hates parties. I'm liking her already. I lean against doorway.
Her sister elbows her, "Sorry about her. She hates parties."
This sister has alabaster skin and short chopped hair. "Then why aren't you down there?" I ask this girl.
"You ask a lot of questions." She challenges me.
"I get bored. You still didn't answer." I say yawning by coincidence.
"At the best party of the year?" She raises an eyebrow and gasps.
I motion for her to continue tired of talking to her, "I dislike drunk guys. College guys are worse than high schoolers." I laugh at her comment, that's true.
"And you?" I motion to the next sister.
She's very sweet looking and her skin is as pale as her sisters, "I'm taking a break." She explains. I still notice none of the sisters have drank. They all look young, but this is a college party.
"Why are you here if you're bored?" The alabaster one asks.
"My roommate Mack dragged me here."
"What's you name?" She asks me.
"Megan Nightingale."
"Like the author?"
"Yes." I respond shortly.
"My name is Dani." I'm guessing it's short for Danielle. "Why did you come up here?"
"You're sister brought me."
"For what reason?"
"I wanted water. Why haven't you guys drank?"
"We're underage." I was right.
"What are your guys names." I motion to the other two.
"I'm Amy." The sweet one says the other one doesn't answer.
"Where are the rest of your sisters?" I ask remembering there were six girls in the photo.
"Down there probably." The tanned one says. Her voice is even pretty.
Dani speaks again, "Oh and that's Lauren by the way since she didn't introduce herself." Lauren's face goes red. "Why don't you drink?" Dani asks.
"It's against my beliefs and I'm 19." I respond.
"Why are you scowling." Lauren asks.
"This is my normal face." I respond.
"Your face is a scowl?" They all say.
"So I've been told." I've been told by my parents, my church, and Mack.
Amy stands up and I realize she is very short, "I'm going back down." She announces.
"I'll come with." Dani says, "I'll give the boys another chance." She laughs while leaving. I move out of the way so they can get through the door.
It's only Lauren and I left and she's studying my face, "Your scowl is very menacing." She continues to look at me.
"I'm sorry, I don't try to scowl." I apologize.
"Then why do you?" She asks looking genuinely interested.
"You know how parents say if you make a funny face it will get stuck like that?." She nods. "I've been scowling so much it's my normal face." I explain.
"Why?" She asks.
I know the current answer is my ex, "Bad life decisions."
I now really look at her for the first time, "What are you doing?" She asks.
"Examining you." I say like it's something I do everyday.
"It's very weird."
"Just think of it as looking then." I advise her and continue looking. She has dark brown hair and brown eyes. She's sitting so I don't know how tall she is but she has an athletic body.
Someone runs in almost knocking me over, "Lauren down here now!"
