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Trials of Love Rewrite Chapter 7
Dear Diary
We walked into our locker room and were completely speechless at what we saw. The entire room was frozen solid. Cole stood in front of his locker, where his jacket hung. He tapped the jacket lightly with his stick and the jacket fell to the ground, crashing into a thousand pieces. He pointed his stick towards the wall behind us. We turned to look and I immediately saw the words, "Varsity Sucks Ice," written in shaving cream.
"Ducks," Riley said angrily as he punched his own frozen jacket, shattering it.
I nearly laughed at the situation until I noticed Banks' locker. It was much worse then the rest of them. I guess Julie and the Ducks were big on grudges, but I still couldn't believe they would do that to one of their own.
Thinking of Julie, I nearly panicked. Julie's diary. If all of my stuff is frozen, then that means so is the diary that I swiped from her locker. Great Scooter. Your sure as hell aren't going to get her by freezing her private thoughts. I sat down on the bench in front of my locker, when something on the floor caught my eye. I reach down and grabbed the object that was lying under the bench. I sighed in relief when I recognized the object as the stolen diary. I made sure no one was looking before I stuck the diary in my pads to read later.
Since all of our clothes were frozen, I saw no reason to shower and then have to change back into our sweaty uniform before walking back to the dorms. Therefore, I just walked out. I was surprised to see Adam already outside, heading towards the gate. "Where's your ride?" I asked him.
"No ride. I'm walking." He told me.
I felt sorry for the kid. Walking home in a hockey uniform and a pair of ice skates wouldn't be fun. I shook my head. "Let me get changed and I will give you a ride home."
He nodded, relieved. "Thanks," he muttered, following me up to my dorm, where I changed into jeans, a t-shirt and a jacket. I slipped the diary into my jacket pocket. I figured I could read a little bit of it after I dropped Adam off. "Ready to go?" I smiled at him.
On the way out to the car, I figured I could ask Adam about Julie. Surely he knows at least a little about her. They were team mates after all. "So," I asked pulling onto the road. "About Julie."
"What about her?" he asked looking out the window.
"You guys are friends right?" I asked cautiously.
"Yeah, I think." He paused. "At least we were." He paused again. "Well, we dated during the goodwill games."
I nearly slammed on the breaks when I heard this. Adam and Julie are dating? No wait, he said dated, that's past tense. They probably aren't anymore. I gulped hard. "Dated? Are you still dating?"
He turned to look at me. "Did you see my locker?" I nodded. "What do you think?"
"It doesn't mean it was her." I sympathized the best I could.
"There's not many of the others that would have been able to come up with that prank." He told me and I had to agree. "But anyway, we were only together the three weeks of the goodwill games. After that she went back to Maine and I came back here." He paused once more. "We talked after the first day of class about whether or not there was still going to be an us."
"What did she say?" I asked nervously. I wasn't sure if I wanted an answer to that question. I didn't know what I would do if they were dating.
"We both agreed that we were different people now then we were then. If we were meant to be together, then we would find our way back to each other in the future."
I smiled. "So she's free to go out with anyone?"
He rolled his eyes at me. "So you really like her, huh?"
I blushed. "Yeah. I just can't get her to talk to me."
"That's Julie for you. Always true to her team."
I sighed. "If only I knew what she was interested in, other then hockey, maybe I could get her to talk to me."
"Whatever man."
"What kinds of things is she interested in?"
"Why are you asking me?" He asked me.
"Because you went out with her. You should know these things." I insisted.
"Fine, what do you want to know?"
"You know, what does she like to do? What kind of music and movies does she like?"
"Well," Adam began. "She likes to reading, dancing, art museums, and poetry."
"What else?" I wanted as much information as I could get.
"Her favorite type of music is R&B. She loves horror movies, but her favorite movie of all time is Gone With The Wind, which also happens to be her favorite book."
"Great." I told him. "Anything else?"
He shook his head. "Nothing I can think of right now. It's the next drive." He told me, pointing towards the huge house on the right.
I pulled into the driveway and killed the engine. "Thanks for the help."
He chuckled as he stepped out of the car. "Thanks for the ride. Good Luck with Julie." He slammed the door and headed inside. I drove back to Eden Hall thinking of what to say to Julie the next time I saw her.
I arrived at Eden Hall and decided to read a couple of pages from the diary. I pulled it out of my pocket and opened it to the first page.
January 12, 1989
Dear Diary,
I don't know hot to feel. My dad died yesterday. I don't want to face the reality of it. It doesn't help that reality states this is my entire fault. Why did I have to ask him to be at my game?
Mom doesn't say anything, especially to me. She hasn't even cried and I can't help but wonder if she even cares that he is gone. I haven't been able to stop crying. Why can't she understand what she is doing to me? I need her, but she has kept her distance. She probably blames me, just as I do.
I sat there with my mouth open. I didn't know what to think. My father died when I was a little boy as well. I never blamed myself, but I can relate to what she went through. My mother didn't say much afterwards either. I flipped ahead in the diary and started to read once more, hoping for something happier.
June 23, 1993
Dear Diary,
I can't believe it's been a year already. A whole year since my mother got remarried. He's a nice guy and all, but I don't like the way my mother has changed. She used to care about the pleasures in life, but now all she cares about is money. Michael's money. I personally could care less about it. My mother is just greedy and bitchy now. She's not the same person she was when Dad was still here. What's worse is she has starting calling everyone "Darling." Does she really think that is cute? If she knew how big of a jackass she looked like when she did that. I know I shouldn't say this but, why couldn't she have been the one to die instead of my father? It isn't fair.
I was taken back. I never would have imagined she would have been hiding so much. Her mother really did seam like a bitch. Then again, my mother is awfully bitchy herself. I guess Julie and I have more in common then I originally thought. We could spend a lovely afternoon talking about our bitchy mothers. I searched through the diary for the last page that was written on and decided it would be my last entry for the night.
September 12, 1996
I started Eden Hall today and I love it. The best part is the fact that it is far away from my mother. Things got off to a rocky start, what with Charlie and the rest of the original ducks tearing the curtain down this morning, but other then that things have been fine. I was even given the starting job over Goldberg. And I must say, it is about damn time. Goldberg, I love him, but he stinks.
Adam and I decided to take a look at other options. I'm glad we did. I do have my eye on this other guy; the only problem is his friends are jerks, so he probably is too. He tried to talk to me, but I told him off. Looking back, I could kick myself for doing so. I think he said his name was Scooter. He was hot and I like him and all, but I'm not sure if things would ever work between us. His friends are just too big of jerks.
I closed the diary and smiled. Julie liked me. I was so excited with my new found knowledge that I grabbed the diary in my hand and headed inside, leaving the diary exposed for anyone to see. Big Mistake.
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