23/02/09
Diary,
I'm sorry I used up so much of your paper to bring up my past. I won't this time though. I'll try to write about the positives of life and not the negatives. Amy and I decided to start a band. She's going to learn how to play drums and I'm going to sing and play guitar. We don't know who's going to play bass or keyboard yet. I told Amy we should make flyers and put them up around the school and in music shops. She thought it was a good idea so she left me in charge. The only thing is I don't know what to write. I wish I had some help with it. I also thought about asking around at school. Someone might know people that play instruments. I could probably even ask the music teacher what she thinks and if she knows anybody. If we got a band together in time we could even play for the school 'Talent Quest' or 'Battle of the Bands'. How cool would that be?
I know I said I wouldn't bring up the past any more, but I thought I should tell you about this girl. Her names Ebony and she used to be my best friend. We were inseparable kind of like twins except we weren't actually related. She used to come over my house all the time after Nathan died. I felt like I could connect and talk to her. She was so beautiful too in my eyes. I'd never seen anyone so amazing looking. I used to get really jealous. Ebony would come over a lot and eat 2 minute noodles with me and listen to my music. She wanted to be a fashion designer when she got older so she would draw a lot of designs for me. We both had big dreams and I think that's what really made us connect. She was also always getting abused by her brother and her mum. She practically lived at my house half the time. We made each other feel better. We'd talk about things and make jokes out of hard situations. She was mature for her age and I loved that about her. I could tell her anything and she wouldn't judge me. I remember this one time when our favourite singer was going into surgery and wasn't aloud to speak for ten days. He'd hurt his throat and that meant he might not be able to ever sing again in his entire life if the surgery failed. We both went to school early. Way too early. It was like 7am and freezing cold in the winter. So we huddled together on the stairs at the back oval and cried and cried. We didn't have to speak. We already knew what each other were thinking. I always thought she was the other half of me. Always knowing what I thought, always finishing my sentences. It was incredible. We went on a talking strike that day. Amy kept telling us things would be alright, that our favourite singer would make it through. We didn't give up though. We didn't speak all day. That was saying something for Ebony because she always spoke. It was like her whole life evolved around gossiping. When you were with her, there was never an awkward conversation or silence. She'd just talk and talk and talk. I used to wonder if she would ever lose her voice. But that one day, she never gave in. We stayed strong together right to the very end. She slept over my house that night and we spoke our first words.
"No matter what happens. We will always love him right? We should let him know. Write him a letter or something and send it in the mail. That way he knows that we care about him and we always will."
She was always so clever like that. Coming up with brilliant ideas and caring about everyone. We huddled together in the cold night air and gazed up at the stars.
"Do you think he'll make it through?"
My teeth chattered from the cold and she moved closer wrapping her arms around me to send her heat to my body.
"Of coarse he will. He's...well he's just him."
I turned to see her smiling. Her head held high in the dark. She had so much faith. It filled me with hope. Ebony was always right, she knew the answers to everything.
"Yeah. He'll be fine." I said happily.
And she was right, like always. He made it through. A couple of days later he was up and singing again, he made a video for all his fans thanking them for all their support and love.
