Journal,
Consider yourself lucky. I really don't understand what compelled me to want to do this, but now I have made a commitment. I will write in the journal for a whole year with no cheat days. So if you're reading this, I am impressed. Mostly at the fact that you were able to find this book easily. I mean, it was hidden all the way at the bottom of my closet underneath all of my old bags and some art stuff. Also, if you're reading this, good luck understanding what is going on in my head. I sure as hell don't.
This is the first day I am writing this, I really don't have anything to say. How do journals work in the first place? I guess I will just start with what I did today.
I woke up at 5:30 because I forgot to set my alarm to a late time. It's the day before Thanksgiving so we had a half day of school. I skipped and went to my stepmom's first-grade classroom to help for the day. I didn't really do much.
After that we went to McDonald's for lunch. I just watched my three little brothers and my niece play around on the play place thingy. That gave me some time to think. I recently had a weird dream with my crush in it, Sterlyng Hale. That sounds really creepy and childish but who the fuck cares anymore.
My dream started off at a birthday party, I don't know who's, but it was a birthday party. And for some reason, part of the building we were in was my school... Anyways, we were in one of the classrooms when I decided I didn't want to be at this party anymore. So I walk out of the door and the dream switches.
I am now in a weird hotel room. There are two king sized beds next to each other, a dresser and a window next to it. The beds were the weirdest part because they were divided into threes by color. Like ones of the beds went green, pink, purple or something like that. I don't remember the colors on the other bed.
Anyways, back to the actual dream part. So Sterlyng was laying down on the middle color, which was pink, and he was doing something. Either way, he had managed to get onto what I presumed was my side of the bed because I walked over to the side of the bed and told him to move over. He did and then I laid down and then fell asleep. Except I could now see myself like I was a fly on the wall.
If the dream wasn't already weird enough, it seemed like there were two alternate endings. The second ending I dreamed about another night but that doesn't matter.
In the first ending, I ended up falling off the bed onto the floor. I was still sleeping, which isn't surprising because I am a very heavy sleeper. Sterlyng looked over the edge and just stared at me for like a really long time. Then all of a sudden he says "Nope" and then a bell rings and I wake up.
The second ending that I dreamed up a day later, something else that is really weird, was taking place after I had fallen asleep in my dream again. So I fell asleep whatever but I didn't fall off the bed this time. For some reason, Sterlyng, who was wide awake, wrapped his arm around my waist and I shifted around to face him for some reason. Then I don't think I realized I was being cuddled because I reached my hand up and touched his face or whatever.
When I touched his hair I opened my eyes and he looked down at me and I am really confused as to what happened next. Mostly because I don't stutter but I said, "S-sorry" and started to push myself away from him. But then he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him.
Then we kinda laid like that for a little while and he let go of my wrist and put his hand on my cheek instead. He put his thumb on my bottom lip and played around with it. The strangest part of this was that I am 100% sure that I felt that happening to me. Like I felt someone touching my cheek and grabbing my wrist and shit. I mean, I don't know if I was just imagining it or something but I felt it.
Anyways, back to the dream, it's almost over anyways. So he was playing with my bottom lip and then he suddenly leaned over and kissed me. But like, it wasn't a little peck it was like a passionate kiss. And when he pulled away he was smiling and then I woke up.
It was weird, but so am I so I guess it's okay. After that, we came home and started getting ready for Thanksgiving. That was my day.
-Grace
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40 Days of Grace
Novela JuvenilThirteen-year-old Grace Rochester has lived a pretty hard life despite being only thirteen. Of course, it might be better than someone else's, but then again no one really knows what goes on inside her head. Finally, she decides that she wants to wr...
