‣ date : september 3rd
I'm ready to murder him, him and his stupid face. He's utterly annoying. I know I've complained about it before, but he is truly so obnoxious. Once more the jokes going away at my lack of height. If it was my way I'd be just as tall as my mother. But we don't get those choices and instead I'm as short as my aunt. He thinks he's so funny, him and his stupid cocky smirk. Never to mention he's so goddamn tall. I swear one day a I'll throw my bag at him. Just get him to shut up for once. Never to mention he's so loud! It's like he wants the whole school to hear everything he says. One day someone will knock him back down to size. I personally hope it's now rather then later. He never seems to understand he isn't all that. He isn't even that cute! He has to be the ugliest boy had have ever met.
The girl had huffed slightly as her pencil continued to write down into her journal. She had remembered the first time she had met the boy, he had annoyed her. From the day she had stepped into her freshman year and had come across him he had been annoying. She had know from the second she had come across him that she would find him annoying.
"Dammit!" The girl grumbled slightly as her pencil had broken. She had huffed figuring this would've been a good place to actually stop writing. She had shut the book as she had leaned back into her chair. Sophomore year had only started a month ago, and already she had seen him again, knowing he would annoy her beyond wits ends.
"Kiara?" The soft knock had brought her back up as she had turned around. Her mother had entered her room, she had completely forgotten she was supposed to go down for dinner.
"Sorry mom, I forgot about dinner." Kiara states as she had stood up. Leaving the book behind now, she would finish her entry later.
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‣ date : december 20th
Christmas break, finally free from school. Never to mention the next few weeks where I won't have to see that boy. He's driven me nuts, I think that I might actually set his car on fire. Well actually I wouldn't do that, I don't need to be the psycho in the town. It's good to be away from school, I'll miss my friends. Not like I'll miss him though, maybe just the banters. No what am I writing, back to the real topic. I'll miss my friends, I'm sure we'll stay in touch over the time we're off. I almost wonder what he'll do - I mean not having someone around to remind him to be humble. He's not even my type, so it's not like I'll actually miss him. He's a nuisance. Never to mention the most annoying person to walk this earth. Even I would hang out with Sammy - woah actually maybe not that far. The point is, is that he is annoying.
The girl had grumbled under her breath, what had she even been writing. She hated the boy, he absolutely drove her nuts. Never to mention he was the reason why she absolutely hated school. She had set her pencil down again, arms crossed over her chest.
"He's annoying, you're just tired. That's it, you don't actually miss him." Kiara states as she had pushed her chair out. Standing up as she had flickered off her desk light. Heading for the bed as she had slowly leaned down. Her mind was in a puzzle as she had shut her eyes.
If she had known she would've dreamed about him maybe she would've unset her alarm. If she had know she would've had a better rest that she had the past few nights maybe she would've locked her door. She knew the moment she woke up she was beyond confused about her own self.
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‣ date : january 7th
He's intoxicating. He must've done something to me. That could be the only reasonable explanation. He must've put something into my drink, broke into the house. What else would explain the dream from that night? What else could explain the fact that my heart stopped seeing him yesterday at the store. He must've done something to me, and I can't explain it now. But it's effecting me, I see him in my dreams. I would've never seen him in my dreams ever before. He must've dropped something into my cup the other day when we had crossed paths. He is frustrating, and annoying. This will pass once whatever he did to me is over. I'll go back to my everyday life as if this had never happened. I'll show him that he means nothing to me.
The girl had snapped her book shut, her hands rubbing her temples as she had leaned back into her desk chair. Her eyes shut as she had taken in a deep breath. Her head hurt now, there had to be something wrong with her. She hated him, she knew did. She had to, he was annoying. He was from another family, never to mention one that she was supposed to hate.
"God what did you do to me you stupid boy." Her words grumbled out as she had stood up from her desk chair. She'd need to go out for a jog. Maybe she could clear her mind again, get back on track. She had let a short breath out as she had started to get dress for a jog. Her hands slowly skimming over her journal as she had let a short breath out before she had sat down again.
"I mean is he really that bad?" She whispered as she pulled the pages opened. Quickly getting sucked back into her written out pages. Her eyes skimming over the same words she had used nearly every time, annoying, nuisance, frustrating. But what gave her the right to say that in the first place?
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‣ date : july 5th
We kissed. It was a hasty thing, I hardly think either of us had intended for it to happen. It was sudden, first the argument away from the crowd. The same banter back and forth, and while nobody had been watching it had just happened. I don't think I could ever tell him how the butterflies had erupted like rockets in my stomach. Or that it was the first kiss I had under the firework. I almost never wanted to to end. But somewhere between the moments we had to part. For both air and to see if anyone had been around. It was nearly a shame that things went right back to normal. The banters sparked up, but this time it was different. It wasn't as harsh, it didn't hurt as bad. It didn't mean anything but a cover up. I had wished like other guys he would've been able to take me home. But things like that aren't so opened just yet. Not until everything starts settling with people being more opened minded. It wasn't like we could've been Brice and Sage. Nobody could be as opened as Sage was with things. However maybe one day it won't be so secretive.
The girl had tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. Her smile hardly faltered in her lips as she had re-read the words written across the page. Her pencil set down next to her book as she had leaned back into her seat. Her hands ghosting over her lips. Her body slowly melting away into the seat as she had relaxed her shoulders.
"Well he wasn't that bad." She muttered as she had sat up, slowly pushing her chair out as he had stood up. Ready to go back on her jog. Clear her mind again before she got caught up too far into fantasy. After all she was living the fantasy she never knew she would find.
