Diaries of a Seventh Grader

11-24-14; (11-21-14) Part 2 *DIALOGUE VERSION*

Kenyala and I walked out of the gym and went outside, waiting by the stairs for Trinity.

I hid at the side of the stairs. My eyes burned badly since I was crying. Kenyala waited near me.

Regan came down and hugged me. "Hey Masha. You ready to go?" I shook my head. "We're waiting for Trinity so we can eat together."

Just then I paused and looked away with a nauseated feeling again. Sandra walked down the stairs past us.

Trinity hadn't came so Regan, Kenyala and I went to lunch to the line. Some how Regan got separated from us.

Kenyala and I spotted Trinity and got in line with her. "Hey Trinity!" "Hey. We'll wait for you guys when we get out lunch. We sit at the first table." They left and Kenyala and I got our lunch.

We walked to the first table and sat with Trinity. "Hey Maria You Feeling alright?" I shook my head as the nauseation increased.

Kenyala looked at me. "I've got two journals. We can both write in them and write about our day and then switch and read them. Then we can help eachother with our problems. Wanna try it?" I nodded. Kenyala handed me a journal. "It has my name on it but it's yours now." "Thanks." I hugged her.

I finished eating and threw my stuff away. Before I walked back to the table I took a glance at our table in the middle. I couldn't really see anything but blurry figures.

Damn My Blindness.

I went to sit down again. But, Something happened. I quickly got up and went to the restroom.

On my way there I saw Sandra walk down the hallway. We walked past each other silently.

When I got to the restroom I ran into the last stall. I sat in a corner and breathed heavily.

I felt really sick.

I started crying into my knees uncontrollably. I couldn't hold it in Anymore. I had to let it ALL out not a little.

I knew in the gym I wouldn't have privacy. Coach was in her office near the restroom.

I sobbed my heart out. My chest ached. Suddenly, I covered my mouth and leaned towards the toilet bucket. I felt like is puke my guts out. My stomach grumbled.

My face burned red.

A few minutes later I heard a voice and tried to calm myself, and be quiet.

"Maria?" The voice said. "Maria are you in here?"

Silence.

"Maria I know your in here."

Silence.

The person walked to the last stall door. "Maria, Sandra has a letter for you. She's crying real bad out there."

It was my friend Pantera.

I wiped my face and nose and opened the door a creak. "A letter? For me? Why the hell would she give me a letter? She hates me!"

Pantera shrugged. "She's really upset. Just read it ok?" She handed me the note and left.

I stared at it as I closed the door again. "Just Read It....." I told my self preparing for a hate letter or maybe a drawling of me being stabbed or something.

I slowly opened it and read a small sheet of paper with a turkey on it. It was class work of Sandra's.

I read it to myself.

(And honestly I looked everywhere for the paper but it's no where to be seen. ;-; so I'll rephrase it as much as I remember.);

I'm Going To Fill In Maria's Bucket List. I Am Thankful For Maria because We've known each other since first grade and helped eachother with our problems.