Just Barely

entry one

Welcome to my story. I'm really glad that you have chosen to read Just Barely, and I sincerely hope you enjoy the book.

This book is based on barely true events.

September 21, 2018

I would like to start off by saying that the following events transcribed in this journal were done purely out of lust. I, Sunny Jones, would never EVER make such a rookie mistake in losing something so precious if I were in my right mind. However, I must admit that while it was a mistake it was somewhat pleasurable, but I would never think of doing something so reckless like that if I were given another chance. Jamie Harlow is still an asshole, and he will forever be an asshole. Except this time, he'll be the asshole that stole my first kiss in the front of his blue Jeep. Well maybe it was me that had him steal my first kiss, but how could I resist?

Let's start from two days ago, it would make much more sense to the reader...

1

September 19th, 2018

Derry High, the one high school in the city of Indianapolis that's mascot was a literal carton of milk. The factory model school was founded by Pulitzer Derry in 1978, lover of all things dairy hence the laughable symbol. The only thing that made up for the embarrassing mascot and name was the title of "#1 college prep school in the state." However, how could one be so proud of a private school when it's associated with every dairy product one could come across. There were even old "Got Milk" posters plastered on the hallways, as well as a picture of the mascot, Milky, pouring himself a cup of milk that could be considered cannibalism. The irony about it was that the majority of the students were lactose intolerant, there was even a petition to have the mascot changed but it was never placed into affect. Many downsides plague the institute, yet no one had the heart or choice to leave such a highly ranked place of learning.

It was a sluggish morning for all those piling into the building, despite the bright rays and cool zephyr. The birds sweet melody couldn't help any of the students facing the upcoming midterm. As some students slurped down their early morning coffee, clawing away at their hair in distress, others sat with their friends giggling about recent school events. I was neither of those people, in fact I was the girl who had gotten locked out of her car and was crying to her mom about it. Here's a little glimpse of the conversation:

"Mom, the car locked me out, before I could get my keys." I was holding my breath, preparing for her frustrated tone.

"Sunny Jones, you better be lying to me. I'm at work and you know I can't drive all the way back to hand you a pair of keys."

"But my backpack and project are locked in there," I whined, trying to stress the urgency of the situation.

"I don't know what you want me to do about it," she said, seemingly unbothered by my tone of voice. I guess she didn't get the memo of how dire my circumstances were.

"Well all my homework is in there, and so is my laptop. What am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, what are you going to do?"

It had appeared she cared nothing for my situation so I simply stood there and tried not to scream in frustration. "Well can you at least drop them off when you get off of work,"

I heard her sigh, whether it was out of anger or frustration is something I didn't care to know. "Bye Sunny," she responded before hanging up, leaving me to wonder why I had placed myself in predicaments such as this.