Anyway, I don't think anyone really noticed how much my looks had changed, until I saw Rob at lunch…
"Hey, Mi!" Rob said, "What's up?"
"Not much," I said.
"Weren't your eyes gray yesterday?"
"No… er… yes… er… aren't they?"
"They look like emeralds today. And your hair is blacker than midnight during a new moon!"
"Yeah, I don't know why, or how this is happening, I had a tan yesterday too!"
"Weird."
"Anyway, you wanna catch a movie this weekend?"
He hesitated a moment. He looked like something was bothering him. He was nervous.
"Sorry. I can't this weekend."
"What about—"
"Not, next weekend either."
"Are you breaking up with me? You are, aren't you? I knew this would happen!"
"I'm sorry, Milla."
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When I got home that night I was so angry that I didn't notice the book writing in itself again. It was writing about the whole argument between Rob and me at lunch! And I didn't notice it until I went to write in it again…
I wrote about Rob, I was really, really angry, so I wanted him to suffer :-) I wrote about him walking to school and getting attacked by a dog; and then I wrote about him at lunch, he tripped and landed face first in his lunch tray; he was walking home and got attacked by a swarm of bees plus the dog, which had attacked him that morning attacked him again; this happened regularly for a period of weeks (random, non-fatal, freak- accidents everyday for about three months) and then I just stopped writing for the night and went to bed.