Exceptional

The Journal

June 30

        So I got this cool-looking journal for my birthday. It's so perfect, I'm almost afraid to write in it! But I'll have to for Creative Writing this year. ...To be honest, I'm a little scared. What if I can't write that good? What if the teacher doesn't like me or what I write?

        Hoping for the best, T.T.

September 1

        This is my first journal entry for Creative Writing. I was told to write about my exception and how I got it. But mine's so hard to explain! And it's really kind of creepy. I don't like it. I'd rather have something useful, like x-ray vision or something. But I got my ability when I was five. I got hit by a car when I was playing in the street. Clever me. I was scuffed up pretty bad, but I also hit my head and went into a coma for a little less han a month. According to the legends I've been told, when the nurses took my blood, they got these massive headaches, and swore they heard me talking, even though I wasn't awake. So, ta-dah. Exception. And that's my first entry out of the way. I can't believe we have to do this every week. And this is the only prompt we get for the whole year? How are we supposed to come up with ideas in our own heads? Maybe I'm just not cut out to be a writer.

        Wondering, T.T.

September 8

        There's a girl here! Well, there's more than one, but I'm speaking of one in particular. Her name is Alia. She sits across from me, and she is adorable! She's only a junior, but she's so cute with her giant glasses and her ginger ponytail! Now, I'm not one to believe in love at first sight, but I've got to admit, she is really amazing. She doesn't seem to talk much at all, but then, neither do I. Too busy daydreaming, I guess. I proofread one of her papers once, and she is a terrific writer! Wow, I mean, she is better than the professionals! I told her she should look into getting published, but she just blushed and said she didn't know. My roomate Justin (his words, not mine), says she's a total hottie, if you can get her to talk to you. She must be deathly shy. Still, I'd like to get to know her.

        Hopeful, T.T.

September 17

        There are days when I am glad that my mouth seems to be disconnected from my brain. Take today, for instance. I walked out of Creative Writing today, in a bit of a writer's haze. You know, like when you're so caught up in the world you created that you forget that there is, in fact, a real world out there? So I stumbled out of class, right into Alia. She gasped, and dropped everything she was carrying onto the ground. I ducked down to help her pick everything up, and apparently, so did she, cos our heads knocked together- hard. I apologized and apologized, gathering up all the books she had dropped, while she sat, rubbing her forehead and laughing. She had some pretty good books there- some of the classics. We stood up, and I handed her her books. She's so tiny next to me! I know I'm tall, but she's, like, a head shorter than me. Adorable. "So, hey," I said. Mouth, what are you doing? Why are you talking? What are you saying? "These are some cool books you got here. Wanna... talk about it at dinner?" My face grew hot. What are you doing?! Are you crazy? You creeper! You deserve to get turned down at this point! You haven't my pity, Truman Tide! I was too busy scolding myself in my head, that I didn't realize Alia had given an answer. "What?" I asked, like an idiot. She giggled "I said, sure! I'll see you there?" she said, more of a question than a response, as she walked quickly away. Dinner is swiftly approaching... I hope I'm ready! By extension, I hope I'm not a dork, like I usually am around girls.

        Freaking out, but just a little bit, T.T.

October 9

        So I haven't been writing as much as I probably should be... But Rivers never checks, so I'll be fine. Honestly... I think I'm in love! It just feels right whenever I'm near her. Usually, when I'm around most people, I'm just like "Ugh, people," but I really do like this one! She's really nice, and she opens up quite a lot once you figure her out. And we're really similar, actually. We like reading, writing, music, we're terrible with technology- which probably explains why we're both still reading books instead of those fancy machines they have these days. Some nights, when I can't fall asleep (which is basically every night, but whatever) I think I can almost see myself with her for a very long time. But that's weird, right? Seriously, how many people marry their high-school sweethearts anymore? I don't even know if she likes me back. I wish I knew. That'd make life a whole lot easier. But alas. I am doomed to wonder. Which isn't too bad. It could be worse, I suppose.