My Diary Part 2
My body is stopped but my thoughts keep running wild. I can't sleep before over-thinking everything. Mom is happier than ever. She looks healthy, free and beautiful. Dad is just busy in work. Sage has been acting a bit weird. My sister seems sad, confused and worried about something. Maybe I should tell mom about it.
I met a boy. He is awesome. But what's funny about this is that I still don't know his name. I should ask but I'm shy or something. That's what mommy said 'your are shy honey that's why'. He isn't shy like me, he is just perfect: funny, adorable, generous and wild in a way. I have only met and talked with him four times.
Yesterday we bought ice cream together. My ice cream melted super fast and it was all over my hands. Today we planned to go biking. Sage has a bike, I'm gonna borrow it. I'm excited!
I open my rooms door. I couldn't find anyone. "Mommy!"
"Yes, my love" She was in the laundry room folding our clean shirts. She handed me one to put on. The shirt was light gray with care bears and I text 'The Goodhearted' on it.
"Where are Sage and Tyde? And also is it okay if a go exploring with my new friend again?"I put on the shirt with my pair of gray shorts.
"Sage and Tyde are playing outside. And yes, honey you can go but remember that on Friday you can't go anywhere. We planned to go to the beach, all of us, the whole family."
"Yeah, mom you told me that earlier" I was getting a little annoyed. I wanted to go already. I promised to meet him at 10 AM. I didn't have a wristwatch so I took my dads. He has many and no time to use all of them anyways.
I ran outside and took the bike cause Sage wasn't around to stop me. Mom was surprised about my rush. She yelled "Be careful the bike is a bit too big for you." I was like, "What?" she noticed so fast. "Bye mom, i'll be very careful."
The bike was indeed too big but it was fine. I saw him waiting next to the grocery store we went yesterday. I get off the bike and wave at him. He just smiled back. I was happy to see him.
"Hey!"
"Well hi! You are late you know that?"
"Yes, sorry about that, but should we just go now?"
"Sure!"
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The Summer 1981 - tracob
RomanceThe Summer 1981, in Portugal was the time of this little mans life. The reddish waves of loving, warm attempting water, poetry in the sunset with the lionhearted boy. Beautiful story about caring, hate and giving.