Tainted Love

Dear Diary,

Wow! It would seem that I hid you behind the closet door for a while. For the past two years I have ignored you. But no longer.

So I guess your wondering how the whole Wonka issue worked out. My sister, still talks about how I ran away from my feelings. Feelings? If Jessy suggesting that I liked Willy, then she is sorely mistaken.

It was her 14th birthday yesterday. She asked me me to get her a Wonka bar as a present. She will accept nothing more. Jessy has been doing this since last year.

"What do you want for your birthday Jessy?" I would ask.

"A Wonka bar" she would tell me.

I can't handle the sight of that man's chocolate. I tried to give her something else but Jessy would just complain. Ah...the trials of fulfilling your family's needs.

What does Jessy think will come of me buying that candy? That I'm going to miss Willy? Because I don't! I'm not going to run back to him, like a desperate girl!

You know what? I bet loads of women want him.

Darkness in a Bottle: Like me! Can I have him?

Hey! Cut it out! Your messing up the page with your bold lettering!

Darkness in a Bottle: Too bad!

Can we get back to the story please?

Darkness in a Bottle: Fine!

Thank you! Sheesh!

As I was saying, if Willy needs someone he can look at the fans of his. Or...if he was insane he could look at Darkness.

Darkness in a Bottle: That's right! Hey...wait a minute!

(continues for the next five minutes)

You don't own the guy Darkness!

Darkness in a Bottle: Hey! You don't want him! Waste not, want not!

Oh, get in line! Your only...what?...the millionth person who likes him?

Darkness in a Bottle: (gets in line) Do they show movies here?

Person in line: No!

Now that that's settled. We can get back to the story.

Do I regret leaving my parents? Yes...and no. Jessy and I love to travel. We both have been working odd jobs(hmm...I'm becoming like my parents) to buy us food and clothing. We recently got a trailer. It's pretty beat up, but at least we have a roof over our heads.

We also joined up with this traveling group that goes across the country. I'm writing now, because we are at a camp site. Jessy is trying to cook the chicken I brought in the oven, but I smell a burning odour right now. I better go check it out!

Gabby Lane

Dear Diary,

Jessy burnt the chicken last night! But it wasn't so bad! Couldn't have dessert though. It was vanilla pudding and a bowl of cherries. It reminds me of that time when HE kissed me. I hope you know that HE I'm talking about.

Speaking of Willy, did I tell you of our two good camping friends? Wendy is in her mid 50's and has a daughter named Natalie. Natatile is 20(my age)

How does she remind me of Willy. Well they both have those eyes. Those haunting violet eyes. There a great fun to be with.

But I'm going to bed. I'll tell you about those two some other time.

Gabby Lane

So...anyone else want to join the line? I got popcorn!