The green lamppost // n.h

2.

2nd December 2010

Today I woke up at 3am because of the light that came out from the street. It always wakes me up at some point of the night. I stood up from bed and saw a cat, alone in the streets and then a drunken man. He was holding a bottle of alcohol in his right hand and a phone in his left hand. He was crying roughly and I couldn’t stand it.

“Tsss!” I called him.

“What?” he said in a raspy voice and I asked him why he was crying. “My girlfriend left me for another man, I was there when they were kissing and I was going to purpose!” he yelled at me and I looked at him with surprise.

“You know? She should be the one crying and being drunk, she lost you!” I told him.

“I miss her. And it’s only been five hours… Why would she leave me for a boy, a kid… a dirty child!” he said with repugnance in his tone.

“Man… it’s fine! Forget about it!” I said and climbed back to my bed. I put the blankets on me and slept again.

I went to school and did the same as always. I am not the coolest student in school, neither in the middle of the scale, if there’s one.  I’m always alone, most of my friends are from other schools, I don’t see them very much.

I had two results of exams. The first one was English literature and I got an 8; the second one was about geography and I failed, I got a 2.

I love reading and that’s why I do every kind of literature. I do English literature, universal literature, Spanish literature, etc.

My unreachable dream is to someday meet Shakespeare. I say unreachable because he’s dead, but who knows if when I die I’ll see him…

When I got home I was alone, I ate and did my homework, not all of them but I kind of did them.

I told my mum good night and went to bed.

Good night my friendly diary!

-         Martina, x.

My biggest question right now was: who is that girl? She seems so nice. She has to be from here. I mean if I found this diary near school, she had to study in the same school as I do. But I never really heard about any Martina.

Maybe she’s old now. I thought. No because the kind of book it’s new, and if she was old, the diary wouldn’t have been from this kind. It would have been some old book from the time she was young and a student.

Well, the problem here is how it ended in the middle of a bus stop. I was about to go on reading but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Niall?” I heard my dad call from outside.

“You can c0me in Bobby” I joked while hiding the diary under my pillow. He came in and sat at the end of my bed; I looked at him confused and shrugged as in a “what do you want?” way. 

“Are you okay Niall? Greg called me yesterday and said that you told him to fuck off even before he said hi” he said and I got serious. I hate my brother and his perfection as a son. “He’s your brother, remember?”

“I do. Does he?” I told him sternly but then relaxed. “Dad I’m okay, it’s just that I can’t stand Greg. He hasn’t been a good brother those last years and I don’t know, I’m not going to be nice when he’s a jerk. He can’t just call me and say hey, when he didn’t call me for my birthday, he didn’t call me to ask about the results of the exams, he wasn’t there when I needed him. Can you imagine that I called him for some advice and he answered with a simple dude you grew up, find your own ways?” I was beyond angry. “You know what dad? I’m being nice to you and mom, don’t ask me to be nice to Greg. I don’t like him”. I simply said.

“Niall you should talk to him, he’s your-”

“No. He’s not. Sean is a better brother than he is…” I interrupted him. “Don’t try to make me change my mind, he’s nothing to me. And the best thing it’s that I’m nothing to him” I laughed sarcastically.

“That’s not true” he said and I smiled.

“I hope it’s not…” I said and he was about to talk but I didn’t let him. “Good night dad” he sighed and nodded.

Once he left I comforted myself in bed and slept.

*******

I was sited in my desk when the teacher came in. Mrs. Martin was an old lady, skinny and really quiet, unless she got angry.

“Let’s correct our literature homework” She said and looked at Sean, who was laughing with me about a picture of an old man from philosophy’s book. “Sean, why don’t you tell me what you have so at least you won’t be annoying me?” She told Sean sarcastically. I giggled and looked at Sean who gave me a look of I didn’t do my homework. I pointed at my notebook and he pretended to get angry at me.

“Man, get a notebook!” he said while grabbing my notebook and taking it on his desk. I smiled apologetically and he read the title of the exercise and my answer. “What were Charles Dickens’ purposes for this book? Dickens not only wrote this book to entertain the readers, he also used this book as a criticism for society in those times.” He read.

“What do you mean when you say criticism?” Mrs. Martin asked him with a frown.

“Um… He criticizes the society because of the non-culture they have?” he kind of asked.

“So you say that Dickens was uncultured or society was uncultured?”

“Dickens” Sean answered sure of himself but Mrs. Martin looked at him with narrowed eyes. “I mean society” she widened her eyes. “Dickens?” He wasn’t very sure anymore.

“Do your homework next time.” She told him and looked at me right after the advice. “Why do you think that Dickens used it as a criticism?” she asked me.

“Charles Dickens wanted to show the uncultured society of those times by exaggerating things that right now wouldn’t be any important.” I answered her.

“So what you mean is that Dickens’ purpose was to compare our times with those times.” She said ironically.

“No” I answer as an obvious fact. “What I mean is that Dickens wanted to show that people from those times were uncultured, things like Rose’s illness wouldn’t be that important to tell right now. So I am the one who is comparing the different times, but he was only showing us what happened in those times by being dramatic, exaggerated, …” I looked at her and waited for her answer.

“I understand your answer” she said. “And it’s correct, more or less” she continued. “But university won’t take these kind of answers” I sigh.

I don’t want to go to university; I want to be a singer. I’m just trying to finish this cycle of school which is compulsory and then I’ll do my best and become a singer –I  wanted to answer her, but chose to only say “Alright”.

SECOND CHAPTER! GUYS PLEEEASE *insert fetus Harry” VOTE!! I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IT. I LOVE IT WHEN YOU READ AND I WOULD FANGIRL IF YOU VOTED! PLEASE!

ALSO KNOW THAT THIS STARTS BORING, IT HAS TO BE SLOW, BUT THE STORY IS GOING TO GET BETTER FROM CHAPTER 5 ON… THE BOOK IS NOT GOING TO BE LIKE THE TYPICAL LOVE STORY, AND I KNOW YOU MAY HAVE HEARD THIS LIKE 1000000 TIMES, BUT THIS TIME I AM SERIOUS!!! YOU WILL LOVE IT!

REMEMBER, PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT AND FANGIRL! NIALL WILL APPRECIATE IT, BECAUSE HE IS TELLING YOU HIS STORY…;)

BY THE WAY, I’M WARNING YOU, THIS BOOK IS REALLY GOING TO HAVE CHANGES THE ENTIRE TIME… SO YOU’LL LOVE IT, I PROMISE! <3

Sally, x.