Thursday, September 20, 2000
Arizona, Phoenix, Grace Housing District
1 minute before 6:00 A.M.
On Bella's bedside table lay two infomercial pamphlets, one prescription bottle of medication (currently full), a sticky note stuck next to the prescription bottle reminding Bella to take her morning dose, and one alarm clock. The room Bella was currently sleeping in was dark enough that one couldn't see anything if they entered it from the lit apartment hallway.
Even so there was light in the room, but not that much. The only source of illumination in the room was the alarm clock's glowing green numbers. They were bright since the alarm clock was brand new; therefore the numbers hadn't yet lost their illumination due to age. The numbers read 5:59 with two letters to the side proclaiming AM.
A minute later the alarm rang.
Dear Diary,
You know what's really annoying? When your stupid alarm clock wakes you up while you're having a good dream. And this wasn't just my normal lust filled dreams I usually had thanks to my most frequent … activity … I'm going to leave it at that for now. I'm really not that comfortable sharing my secrets, even with you Diary.
Hey it's not your fault, you're just new. And I haven't broken you in yet. My mom, bless her, got me a new diary. Anyway back to my dream. It was actually one I've never had before, and I wanted to explore it more. But (I'm sighing in regret right now) unfortunately that's not going to happen.
Because today, dear Diary, is a school day! Oh shit, speaking of which I seriously need to get ready! It's 6:09 and my bus comes at 6:30! Damnit! AND as if that wasn't enough, I just found the new bottle of medicine on my bedside table… I have to go. Speak with you again … hopefully anyway.
Thursday, September 20, 2000
Arizona, Phoenix, Grace High School
2:45 P.M.
Dear Diary,
I just needed to jot this down before I forget, something crazy happened in Gym today. One of my more likable friends invited me to a party! Can you believe it? I can't either. I know, who would invite an unattractive brunette albino to a party, especially one in high school? Also I have to hide you just in case mom thinks I took you to school. I had a habit with my last Diary – taking it to school where conveniently for them, but very inconveniently for me, thieves could steal it.
I have to head home now and I've already stood around writing in a book like a weirdo for like a few minutes now. It'll be pretty busy at home because I need to prepare for the weekend, which since today's Thursday doesn't start for at least 1 and a half more days. I'll write again Dear Diary, I have a feeling we'll get to know each other real well.
Friday, September 21, 2000
Arizona, Phoenix, Grace Housing District
6:00 A.M.
Dear Diary,
I woke up early today, around 5:00, just so I could get ready. Why? I need to clear my head. My work, I'll get into where I work and what I do later, contacted me before I fell asleep last night and told me I have a client … and that the client scheduled the night before the party my friend invited me to. Which mean I have to work Friday night, which is today. Which wouldn't be so horrible, except I'm going to need to call off going to the party because it starts Saturday morning and stretches (supposedly) into Sunday morning. I usually have the day off from my 'other' life at least 24 hours after seeing my last client.
Anyway I'm off to school, I'll try and write again Sunday after this fiasco has blown over.