I... haven't seen Peter recently.
Usually, on my walks to school, he'll come running out of the house as I pass by and join me on the way. It's nice to have someone to chat to, who also goes to the middle school a few blocks away, no less.
But I haven't seen him for a week.
I asked Arthur about it, but he said that Peter was fine. I couldn't help but notice the look of worry on his face as he said this.
Something's wrong. He just won't tell me what.
I got some advice from another kid, Arnold... he told me to just go straight up to his room next time.
...it wouldn't hurt to try, I suppose. Right?
YOU ARE READING
Raivis's journal... of sorts
Random"This is a journal, not a diary! Don't listen to what anybody says, it is a journal-! Either way, don't look through this... it has all my personal feelings and deep, dark sec- HEY!" You snatch the 'journal' out of the short Latvian's hands, holding...
