i n d y l u l u

6.5

Dear diary,

Thursday,

Todays meeting, I must admit, saddened me a bit. Jack revealed that he would soon be leaving the group and I felt I was loosing a friend. But I quickly told myself that it didn't matter. Friends always betray you right? I should not have let him get to me, fluster me like that.

Jack serves to be a great example of someone who was once broken, but stood up and glued his pieces back together. Becky spoke to a silent group. Heck, Jack is still as broken as any of us, but at least he's going somewhere. We should all learn from him.

A few people clapped. I didn't want to. I never looked at him through the whole meeting, probably because I was angry.

I can say that I'll miss this place. Only a little. Jack spoke from his seat. He looked at each of us slowly. Some of you still don't like me much, and I'm ok with that. But some of you are so quiet, you don't even try. He looked at me. Some of you will never approach, will always reject.

Some of you are like wallflowers,  but I'm happy I made a few silent friends. He smiled at me and Becky looked elated.

I sighed deeply at him and hoped he knew I was saying thank you.

At the end of today's meeting, Becky insisted we talked to Jack for a few minutes, maybe we would want to exchange numbers in order to keep in touch. As if he wouldn't be here for another three weeks.

Being the last one to leave, I walked up to him at the doorway and shoved my arm in front of him, to seem friendly, he would write his number on my arm and I would never call him anyway.

He looked at me sheepishly. I don't have a phone. I'm sure he expected me to gasp, like all the girls here do if you're 'not from around.' But I didn't. I smiled instead.

That's okay, your land line maybe?

Jack looked confused, but bent down and scribbled a number on my arm with a pen. His fingers were gentle and warm,semding shivers up my arm. When he was done, I quickly said thanks and barely glancing at the crooked writing, scurried away.

Lucy