Thursday, October 11th,
Mary said yes! That's right! Yes! It wasn't that big of a surprise to me, since, as I said yesterday, she already told me her answer. At recess it was cold, and she told him, well, in reality, she didn't tell him, I went up and told him. Cameron kept trying to make me go away, but I wasn't until I told him Mary's answer. But he didn't even act happy, just said, "Cool." Mostly it was because he was playing football with the other guys. (Insert shaking head here).
At lunch recess Mary was really cold, so Ashlen and I convinced Cameron to come over and give her a bear hug, because our nickname for him is WereBear, because he is almost like a WereWolf, but he's more like a bear, so, a WereBear.
It was so cute to see them hug because he had to pretty much give her a side hug because he's a little more then 2 feet taller then her, maybe even 3! He could have like, engulfed her in him!!!! Wow, that sounded so much more dirty then I thought, it wasn't even suppose to sound dirty! But then, around last recess and on, Mary started to be all weird and say she doesn't know if she really wants to date Cameron or not. I asked her why, and she said, because she originally said no and that Jenna and me apparently peer pressured her into saying yes.
She didn't have to say yes, but I was supportive and told her it was up to her and if she wanted to write him a note I would give it to him a bus.
So she did, and it was really a break-up letter, 'cause she said she couldn't take it because there was a lot of crazy stuff going on in her life.
I was afraid he would like, hurt me, cause I gave him the note. He didn't, in a way, he just kept flicking me in the back of the head, really hard.
So, I hope she's happy now.

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