THE DIARY OF GENE FORRESTER (continued)

I don't know what I'm feeling right now. How could I have done it? I acted totally on impulse, and I felt like I was being controlled. Controlled by what? I don't know. I just don't know. And then he fell, and I watched him hit the ground.

The rest of today I tried to keep away from everyone. I tried staying shut up in my room, but that didn't work. I get bored too easily, I know it. I kept on doodling, but the pictures always formed into the gnarled limbs of that damn tree! I went for a walk alone in the woods, and I knew I was acting odd, maybe a little bit like Leper. I realize now how much I like to be alone, just me and my thoughts.

I took a nap today, just because I think I was emotionally exhausted. I'm going to rest now.

Signing off,

Gene Forrester

THE DIARY OF GENE FORRESTER (continued)

It's been a while, hasn't it? I suppose the latest news if Finny's newest idea: a Winter Carnival here at Devon. I mentioned his idea to Brinker, and he seemed surprised. Said he thought Finny had been brooding. Brinker's a jackass.

I'm in charge of the snow sculptures for the carnival, so I spent the day looking out of my dorm window and tracing ideas for sculptures on the frosted panes. I should really start working on my homework; I need to make at least a B on my next algebra test if I want to keep up my high average.

Do you think I worry too much about my grades? Finny must think my worrying will drive me insane one day. Maybe I'm already insane, asking a book questions. As if you would answer.

Signing off,

Gene Forrester