Entry #54
I had quite a day already today. This morning I had nearly lost one of my buckets
at the river today. Thankfully Mabel swooped in just at the right time, albeit in the
flashiest way possible. Not to mention that she was the one who made me drop it
in the first place. I let it slide though, since nothing really happened overall.
What was even more intriguing was that she had pulled me into another one of her
rants about her and her guy problems. I was hoping I could get some time to nap,
but I would be an awful friend if I refused. It was awkward as always to have someone
cry in front of you, but she seemed pretty okay in the end. She even said she'll treat me
to something nice for listening to her, so at least there's that to look forward to. I can't
believe that she hasn't found a keeper yet though. She must have some interesting quirk
that drives them away. I like to think that I know her pretty well, so I do have a few
guesses on what it might be, but one can never be too sure.
Flynn also dropped by and tried to get me out of the house again. In fact, he said
he will get me out of the house, and I know better than to try to convince him otherwise.
I suppose he means well, but it does get tiresome when he never realizes that not
everything is going to go the way he thinks it will. All I can do is pray that nothing
terrible happens. It can't be that bad, can it? It can't be like the last time where he
dragged me to a nightclub when summer began. Flynn still claims some junior had her
way with me after spiking my drink with something foul, he even showed me a picture of
her - an Espeon. The worst part of it is that I have actually seen the girl from around
campus, so he certainly wasn't making that part up. The rest of his story made a lot of
sense too, though I will never admit that to his face. There is always a possibility that
he's being overdramatic. "We're still young and fun" is his reasoning. "Young and crazy"
would be a more accurate statement. And honestly, from the things I've seen and heard
from my fellow schoolmates, Flynn included, I'm really not that far off. Anything could
have happened that day, and I don't think I'll ever consider Flynn to be a credible source
of information. Whatever the case is, I'm never gonna look at alcohol the same way ever
again, or any kind of liquid in a bar, for that matter.
I know I'm writing this entry earlier than I usually do. But that's because you can never be
too sure what will happen on one of Flynn's obnoxious misadventures, especially when
there's girls involved, or really any kind of social gathering. I might not even live to write
the next entry. That's my reason right there, this could be my last entry. And if it is, I can
at least die knowing that I was able to write that Flynn is a complete and utter maniac.
Just a quick little "author's note" here: All journal entry chapters are optional reads. They basically summarize current events (aka the previous chapter) every so often, but from a more anecdotal perspective. They're intended to refresh returning readers on what's happening without having to skim through the entirety of the previous chapter again, or to serve as additional reading material.
I hope you like them!
