July 11th
Dear Diary,
I refuse, I forbid from ever communicating the actual words of 'goodbye'. I assure you that I am not leaving this city, my home. No matter how many times Ma repeats it sunrise to sunset, I whack it away from myself concentrating on the reality.
Though, I can't help but wonder if Elise and Autumn will ever forgive me for never saying farewell. Will Zack ask where I've gone off to, or flat out forget about that I ever existed? What will happen?
"Make the best of your time here left." Ma kissed my forehead.
I don't want to think about it at the moment, otherwise I may bawl over your pages and make the ink written words blurry as my sight.
Your Friend,
Elizabeth "Raven" Jameson
