Searching for a Stranger

Prologue - Violet's Diary

December 12, 1993

Oh, Diary. I have had the worst day ever. Why, you ask? Well, let me just tell you a little bit about it. 

So, I had been feeling pretty sick. I was an hour late to my interview with Elle Magazine because I couldn’t stop puking. I’m not even exaggerating. It was absolutely horrific. I ended up booking the job modeling winter fashions, though, so I was super happy despite being sick as a dog. 

Anyway, after I got home, I called my doctor. He picked up the phone after I complained to a nurse for thirty minutes. I was laying on my bathroom floor surrounded by empty cans of Ginger Ale, crying like a two-year-old, and yelling “I’m dying!” into the phone. 

“Violet,”Said Dr. Winston over and over again, trying to get me to shut up and listen. “I have an open appointment slot in an hour. Come on in and I’ll take a look at you. You are not dying, I am sure.” 

So, I somehow made my way to the doctor’s office, dressed up in my interview clothes. Dr. Winston came in the room almost as soon as I got there. 

You see, Diary, I’ve known Dr. Winston (James, as I call him) for quite a while. We used to be good friends in high school, but it got awkward when he confessed he loved me. After college, we met up and started talking again. I was basically one of his first patients, and now I won’t go to any other doctor. 

“Hello Violet,” He said with a bright smile. I must admit he got pretty cute. Brown curls and a strong jaw. A pretty nice body, too. He pulled up a rolling stool and sat in front of me. “Now, what is the matter?” His voice reminded me of a warm cup of tea on a rainy day. Soothing; calm.  

I explained to him what had been happening, and how I had been too sick to eat or drink anything but Ginger Ale. He nodded and jotted down notes in my file as I spoke. 

“Would you mind peeing in a cup for me?” He asked randomly after I had nothing left to say. 

“I guess not,” I said. And then I peed in a cup and waited a while. I flipped through magazines; I flipped through the channels on the TV hanging on the wall. Finally, James walked in and sat down on his rolling stool (I had also played around on it, but it maid me feel dizzy and sick).

“Well, it’s good news! You’re not dying.” He said.

“What on earth is wrong with me, then?” 

“Well, uh, Violet, you’re pregnant.” 

And then, I kid you not, Diary, I passed out. I don’t know how long I was out, but I woke  up laying in the same room with a nurse fussing over me. I panicked for a second, not realizing where I was. And then I remembered everything. 

I’m pregnant. Me, Violet Viviana, the model who just booked a huge job, is pregnant. Pregnant. With a baby. I’m going to get fat. 

“Where’s James?” I croaked at the nurse. 

“Oh! You’re awake. Dr. Winston had to tend to another patient,” She said. She said some other things, which I ignored, and helped me off the exam table. 

I walked out of the doctor’s office in a daze. I arrived at my apartment and fell asleep on the bathroom floor. And now here I am, sitting at my desk, writing down these unfortunate events that just so happened to me. 

I’m only twenty-three years old. I don’t know squat about babies. What will my parents say? 

Oh, Diary, my life is ruined. 

P.S. Who is the father?

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Hey everyone!

So, here it is: the prologue! What do you think?! I know it's lame that it's so short, but the chapters will be longer. 

Anyway, if most everyone likes Violet's diary entries, I'll probably encorporate them into each chapter or something like that. So please leave me comments telling me your opinion on whether or not I should keep Violet's diary in the story!

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