Unity

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Summer is the time of year for everyone. For the people who get sun burnt and for the people who tan. For the people who smile and for the people who don't. For the people that go outside and watch the fireworks and for the people that stare out their windows. It's a time to relax and take a break from all the due dates, presentations, homework, and tests.

The reason I'm writing this is because six years ago, I was in the fifth grade. I had a teacher named Mr. Dreyar, who gave us all a notebook and said, "You should write it only during the summer time. It will be interesting to look back and see how you change each summer." I ran into him at the grocery store yesterday. My brother sent me, and we needed stuff to make breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the next two weeks.

"How's you're journal going?" Mr. Dreyar asked. I was walking along side the short man as I lead him to where the flour was.

"It's great. I write in it every summer," I lied. But Mr. Dreyar only nodded.

In the end, I have no idea what I want to write about for today because I'm writing in here by Mr. Dreyar's words. I felt guilty, and I only needed to write just that. So, I guess until next time?

Natsu Dragneel

Natsu closed his journal, standing up from his desk and staring down at it. Nearly a whole page was written down in it, and he wanted to read it again. But he could only walk away. He opened his bedroom door and walked down his hallway. He crept down the stairs and into the kitchen to get a quick snack. Something that will fill his stomach. Natsu opened the fridge and searched for things to make a sandwich. When he found nothing, he settled on peanut butter and jelly.

As he got out the bread, his phone began to go off. Natsu rolled his eyes when the ringing stopped.

Then it rang again. And again.

And again . . .

Natsu pulled his phone out of his pocket, slamming it on the counter and pulling up a stool. He leaned his face in to where the camera was and answered his phone. The sound of connecting came on, and a laugh came from the other end.

"What the hell do ya want? I'm tryna make a sandwich here!" Natsu complained, grabbing two pieces of bread out of the bag that sat on the counter next to him.

"Well, you didn't answer my texts, so I figured that if I FaceTimed you then you would've answered!" Lucy Heartfilia was Natsu's best friend. They talked everyday, literally. It was like Lucy was Natsu's diary, for he could tell her anything and she wouldn't judge.

"What texts?"

The other end went quiet, and the sound of tapping on the screen was going crazy. Natsu stared at his Paused screen, listening to Lucy searching, until finally, she said, "Oh no!" It sounded way too dramatic, and Natsu walked all the way to the other side of the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" Natsu wasn't really interested in Lucy's problem right at the moment. He was starving, and his brother wasn't home. He grabbed the peanut butter from the cabinet and made his way to the refrigerator, which was on the same side of the kitchen as his phone. Heavy panting came from the phone as Lucy frantically tapped away on her screen. Natsu ran his hand trough his rosy colored hair once he opened the jar of jelly, searching for a butter knife.