AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: Joey's journal entry...
RATING: TV-PG
SPOILER: SLIGHT S1
DISCLAIMER: Kevin Williamson owns the characters herein. I don't.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: No lie, I just thought of this and wrote it. Strange considering I haven't seen the episode in at least a year.
8-2-01
There is nothing that provides more peace and annoyance than a journal.
Yes, I said peace and annoyance. You try fitting everything you have to say into this little book. And sometimes, there's just not enough time to get it all written down before it slips away from you, gone forever like your childhood, which, once you reach a certain age, you'd give anything to have back for just one day.
See, tonight, all I want to do is scream.
Loud.
I don't care if I wake the dead or anything else. I just want to scream.
Mrs. Leery has to be the most selfish woman on Earth. She has this funny, caring husband who'd wait up 'till all hours for her and where is she?
Out to God knows where with her co-worker.
I just can't believe it.
It's making my whole body shake.
I gotta talk about something else.
*****
"Joey!" Bessie banged on the door. "Unlock that latch and let me in this instant. I need my book of baby names."
Joey rolled off the bed and found the book on the floor. She slid it under the door and smiled, satisfied with herself. "There." she said. "Go away."
"You know, you're in *my* bedroom, Joey."
"Yeah, well you *live* in my room, so I wouldn't be talking."
Bessie shook her head and left.
Joey took several deep breaths and returned to her journal.
*****
No help needed on a new topic.
Bessie.
She's on the warpath lately. I know she's huge and eating for two and all, but she doesn't have the right to boss me around twenty-four-seven just because she's pregnant. Bodie can do the housework and everything, all she needs me for is waitressing at the Icehouse, and that's fine when she stays out of my way.
I feel like I'm her slave. I know she's my guardian and my sister, but lately, she just seems like an ogre keeping me locked up in a dungeon.
*****
Bessie pounded furiously on the door. "Joey, get out of there! Dawson's here to see you."
*****
Hmm. Dawson. Maybe he brought over one of his silly movies. I could really use an escape from reality.
*****
More pounding. "Joey, come on! He brought Jen over, too!"
*****
So much for an escape from reality.