It's so nice to have reviews on this story. I know it isn't that exciting but I promise it will get better. One person asked if this would be Seddie or not and to that one I say, 'Wait and See.' Now enjoy this chapter. Unless you hate it, I'm not forcing you to like it. Who do you think I am some sort of weirdo that gets high on enforcment? Pfff. Well...
August 25th
Thank God! I got away from my sister, she is such a pain in the ass. Everything about her pisses me off, the main part of her that really makes me want to grab her neck and squeeze it till she stops struggling, is her happy-go-lucky attitude she always has. God! It's like she wants me to kill her or at least seriously hurt her. I'll be glad when she has to go back to her fancy boarding school. Which won't be till October because of 'maintenance issues' as the school called it. One upside is that she lets me 'borrow' as much money as I want. So far, I owe her $64.79. The 79 cents is for a can of Wahoo Punch that she got for me earlier today. I'm still paying the nub for his school chiz so I need to be grateful that my sister is really gullible, thinking I'll pay her back. More chance of me getting into university, studying psychil...psycholo...how the brain works. It scares me knowing what that word means without being able to spell or pronounce it correctly.
Anyway, in a previous entry I sort of implied that someone is sneaking a look in this and now I know. I came home from school around 6:00 (stupid detention), and I came up to my room to get changed before heading to Carly's and the secret place where I put my diary was unlocked! I looked in and BOOM! Several pages have been ripped out, I would rewrite it but I would have to remember what I wrote in it and I don't, I think one of them had something to do with Freddie. I actually agree with my sister that diaries are a good way of remembering what happened on a certain day. So now, I'm missing all the entries from the 20th to the 24th with only suspicions as to who took it. Brilliant(!) I have several potential snoopers, the first being Mel as she is really nosey, my mum 'cos she wants to embarrass me and that's as much as I got, the only other people I know would be in my room are Carly and Frediffer, mainly 'cos I brought them in here to help with some stuff, can't remember what but there you go. Actually I can get rid of Melanie as she is too princess-y to even think about looking at my private stuff without permission, and I don't mean it like that. So it's: Mum, Carly or Freddie. I will have to do some detective work to gather evidence on who the culprit is.
After discovering there's a snoop, I wandered over to Carly's apartment, opened the door without knocking (as usual), and headed straight to the fridge (as usual). As I walked past the couch, I heard a voice speak a very slow 'hello' like they'd just woke up. I couldn't see anyone sat or lying on the couch when I looked over, so I turned to the kitchen again only to stop after several groans emitted from the couch. I was starting to fume as I walked over to it and checked behind the cushions trying to find a speaker of some sort, indicating that someone is pranking me. Nothing. So I checked underneath, surprised to see Freddie sleeping with the occasional noise coming from him, like little snippets of his dreams. I stared at him for about 5 minutes or was it more. He looked so cute under there, his face moving as he reacts to his dreams. The noises he was making were indistinct, at first, but then he started to form words, well, one word. It was quite haunting, actually, when he said it over and over again. It was my name. "Sam..Sam...sm...s...Sam..." It kept going in a circle like that, starting with my name and ending as grunts before my name again. I decided to wake him up. I shouted at him and he whacked himself on the bottom of the couch as he shot up from his position. With a bruised head, he crawled out and stretched. When I asked why he was sleeping under a couch at 7:30 in the evening, he shrugged, saying he just fell asleep and then somehow moved under there. Then, I asked where Carly was, he said "Out." Which is always helpful; I guess he's not so sharp when he first wakes up. Since he was basically a zombie, I asked him about what he was dreaming about. He said, "I can't remember much apart from it was just one dream that recurred several times." I knew he was lying, he knew exactly what he dreamt about, the look he had in his eyes, those deep brown eyes, told me he knew. I was gonna force him to tell me but my stomach said different, so I turned to the kitchen for a third time and successfully reached the fridge without any distraction. As I tore into a slice of leftover pizza, I decided to drop it tonight but vowed I would get the truth about the dream out of him. I said that I knew what it was but I need confirmation on it, but the coming week is a whole new story.
Time to go again,
Later.
So here we are again at the end of the chapter. What the hell is happening? I have no idea but it will be fun creating the next few chapters. I know it has been quite long since I last updated but school has started up again, I got work that must be completed, (English is the worst. Why, Shakespeare? Why?). Anyway I'll try to keep this going in the next week or so.
Like before, Reviews appreciated but not necessary, especially if they're negative. But, again, I will not force you to do anything with this apart from read it!
