Dear diary,
That night I went to the place he asked, to find his sweet blue eyes staring into the sunset. His blue button up shirt looks wrinkled, the baby blue looks almost faded to white, with a little stain of dirt on his shoulder. Under his body a bench, it looks old, and I notice a gold plack, though it is too far to read. He looks at his wrist, almost like he's looking at the time. But Instead rubs it. There appears to be a bruise, it looks fairly fresh, the black and blue just starting to come. He still doesn't know I'm there, as he continues to rub his wrist, I know he's only gonna bring up the swelling, but I let him continue. He finally notices me, and I snap out of my trance like state. I feel the blood rust to my face, and I managed to force out a smile. My palms begin to sweat, and water began to fill my eyes. "Shit, shit, shit!" I think as I pull my sweater over my hands to cover it up. He taps the side of the bench, and gestures for me to sit. I take a long deep breath, and slowly and thoughtfully, take a seat.
Sincerely, iris
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General FictionA 15 year olds girls diary entry's, as she fights through deafness, and the loss of her mother.
