September 17th
When I started this club I wanted to spend time with the people I think I thought I liked.
I lied myself a little bit, I don't really like any of the members of the club.
Specially…your friend.
She's clumsy for not saying stupid.
She's dumb for not saying idiotic.
The other two, are quite different from your friend.
Don't get me wrong I don't like them either.
One it's a cry baby, she just cries and complains all day long.
The other one doesn't speak at all but when she does, it doesn't matter at all because her voice it's so soft and low that it's like she isn't there.
And you.
You just are here because of your friend and that's the loveliest thing I have ever saw anyone doing for a friend.
If you were another kind of person you would avoid her request immediately. I'm sure you wouldn't even try it.
It's a fact that our club isn't the most interesting thing in the world, you know that by now, we are just four people in that classroom.
For me, two people are enough for this club, who are those two you ask? Of course you and me.
Just you and me!
Can you imagine?! Just you and me writing, reading, and telling our opinion about the books we read…all alone in that immense classroom.
It's all I need, just you and me.
Still, I want to apologize with you today, I know that our poem reading time might get boring. I know that because you couldn't stop yawning. I don't know if you were tired or bored, I hope it's the last one! (I hope not).
You may never know, it would be embarrassing. But the poem I wrote last night, was for you.
And you were yawning.
It kind of hurt me.
But I cheer myself telling me that…you are bored of the people around you.
About the other three girls.
I know they bore you and I don't blame yourself.
One of them spends the day crying and heals herself baking desserts.
The other one… (I may be lying) I have seen her legs and arms injured beyond belief, does she cut herself? That's scary, but I'm sure she does it.
And that girl.
Your friend.
That…
That…damn girl!
The way you tell her to go home it's the sweetest thing in the world, and she just replies with a smile. She looked like an orphaned kitten.
That was the only time I really wanted to be her.
I want to know how it feels walking aside you, even if it's the puniest walk…I just want to be with you.
I once heard Sayori that…you were friends since childhood.
What a lucky one.
I never had a friend like that…
I want to be her…I guess.
Monika's to-Do-List:
Leave the poem assignment.-
-Practice piano.-