October 30, 1994
Dear Diary,
Lately, everything has been a blur. Nothing makes sense anymore - it hasn't for years. I've always tried to dodge my problems, but lately they've been inevitable. Sometimes it feels like it's me against the world. Then other times it feels like everything's going fine. although the 'everything is going fine' feeling barely lasts.
No matter how hard I try to become happy again, I walk into problems, over and over. It seems almost inevitable to avoid problems. Maybe it's time I leave this place. Maybe I can run away to LA or something. I just wouldn't have anywhere to go, but maybe I'm over-thinking this. But I'd probably escape ninety nine percent of my problems.
-Brandy
November 1, 1994
Dear Diary,
I have to go to Eli's house in ten minutes, and quite frankly I'm so scared that I could piss my pants. What if everything turns into a bust and we get an F? What if Adonny's there? So many things could go wrong with this situation, it almost seems like there's no possibility of it going well.
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Wow. That was quite the day. I'll tell you the story -- it's a long one. I guess I'll just start at when I got to Eli's house.
"Hey, idiot, let's get this done as quick as possible, so we don't have to be around each other longer than we need to." Eli snapped and I nodded in reply. He walked me over to the family room.
"Put the stuff down on the couch. I'll be back." He murmured as he walked away.
I heard him walking up stairs while I was laying all the stuff out.
"The idiot's here." I could just barely hear him talking. Someone else spoke in reply, but I couldn't quite make out what they said.
I heard footsteps again, but I didn't bother looking to see who it was. I just assumed it was Eli.
"Hey asshole." It sounded like Adonny, but I wasn't sure. Still, I froze in the middle of organizing the supplies. I turned to see who it was and ,sure enough, it was Adonny.
"Fuck off, will you?" I spat. Adonny just chuckled at my comment. Plopping down on the couch next to me, he grabbed the glue that I had put on the table and twisted the cap with a smirk. I glared at him before beginning to feel a cold liquid dripping down my arm. In a matter of seconds, my arm was covered with glue.
"What the hell is your problem?" I shrieked.
"You." He smirked, ducking out of my reach and getting up.
"Bye, loser." he chuckled on his way out the door.
Did he seriously wait here just to do that.
"What happened to your arm?" Eli said, pointing out the lines of scabs running down from my wrist.
"It was my cat, why do you care." I snapped.
Yup, my cat did it all.
