The Journal

          It was the young girls birthday, unlike her past ones. Instead of large parties and screaming kids, the girl was at a restaurant with her grandparents and a single friend. It was by the ocean side, the sky bright but dark clouds looked to be rolling in. She had a spurious smile on her face as she was handed a present. She took her hands from her lap grabbing the present reluctantly.
"Well?" Questioned her friend with a playful smile. "Are you gunna open it?"
The girl gave her friend a breathy laugh, but continued to open the gift. Inside the decorated box was an assortment of items. First she pulled out some sandals, sparkling and beautiful. She knew she would never wear them. She put them to the side, and rummaged through the rest of the box. Cards, books, and the most interesting of all, a journal.
Decorating it was a gorgeous design of tall grass and greenery. Placed in the middle though, a bird. It was a sparrow. It was a dark brown that contrasted well with the bright green surrounding it. The girl whispered a soft thank you to everyone around her as she continued to examine the book.
Later that day, the girl sat alone in her room, a pink pen in hand, the journal on her lap. She wanted to try out writing, she had read somewhere online that it was a good stress reliever. So she put her pen to the paper and started to write.
The words went from her mind, to her pen, to the paper. The ink flowed like a soft stream, she only seemed to stop when her hand started to hurt. A few minutes later she looked back, finally realizing what she had written.
It was a letter, for herself, her future self. To keep on going and to never give up, even with the hardships to come. She closed the book, and slipped it into an unused drawer. It would be safe there.
It was a while until she opened that book, months probably, to write down everything she had experienced. She held a pen in her hand once more, and started to write. Again, the pen flew across the lined paper, the birds decorated on the corner seemed to watch in awe.
For the second time since she got the book, she stood back to look over her work. Sharp jagged handwriting covered the paper, the black ink soaking through it. She closed the book with a loud smack and shoved it back into its designated drawer.
The girl only made short entries as the months went by. School had started and days passed by to quickly. Then one day, after a long day of school, of sports, and of people, she opened that book to the next blank page. She hadn't even made it half way through the book yet, her work didn't seem to be enough to fill it.
The girl took a dark pen from her bedside table and started to write. For the first time in a while, she was writing a letter. It was a letter for everyone. Anyone could read it if they wanted to, if they wanted to know what had happened. There was a rumbling from outside. A storm had come and it was over head. What a terrible day, she wrote into her journal.
It was the young girls birthday, and those were the last words she ever inked.

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I would be great-full to say this just popped up in my brain. But sadly it's based around a true story, although in the real world the girl is still around.

Anyways have a good day and enjoy reading.

Stay strong.

Everyone deserves love and respect ~Laura