Dear Diary

Day 2

Dear Diary,
     So, should I talk more backstory; or should I just tell you my day? Since I told you about me yesterday, I guess I could talk more about myself. Well, my day anyways. It was another school day. I sat down, had breakfast, went to class, to another, to the next, than lunch. I always go to the library instead of eating school lunch. The food is repetitive, boring, and just not good. So, to the library. But first I use my "stalker" route. At the beginning of the year, I kind of had this crush on a girl, and instead of going straight to lunch, I'd go walk down the same hall as her to see which class she'd go to. Well, I know now. It's P.E, literally the most boring class you could possibly get. Poor girl.  So, I follow her to the end (she never notices, or so I think.) and then go down another hall, which happens to have a water fountain, and get a drink. Then, then; I go to the library. It's now become a habit of mine to walk this route, so i do it everyday now. So, In the library, go to the computers, and wait for the bell to ring. I just kinda sit there pretty much. Bell rings, next class, next class, but that class sucks, so I ask my teacher to go up to the library. We never do anything in 5th period anyways, like all we do is sit there. He doesn't really even give work, and if he does, he doesn't let us know. He just sits there on his laptop. When I go up to ask him, he doesn't even look up, he knew I was going to ask. He nodded his head and waved me off. I go up to the library like usual. Well, not really usually. Something "happened" on the way there.

     I saw my friend Alexis walking with her friend. (Alexis is the crush from earlier I mentioned.) They look so happy, talking, laughing. Why can't I talk to her like that? Walk with her, hear her amazing laugh, see her gorgeous smile. Maybe even get a hug. As I stood there watching, I knew none of these things would happen. She's just ... perfect. And I'm ... me. So, I continued the day sulking. Until I got home, where I would sulk some more, going outside to listen to some music. Maybe sit in a tree, and just marvel about how small my town is. How I know nobody here. I like to sit there, and imagine Alexis just "coming by" and see me. Come and talk and maybe sit with me. Maybe I would get to hear her wonderful laugh. Ah, wouldn't that be nice? But, sadly, it was just another lonely day.

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James Everson