Chapter 1 - Meeting
I still can't believe that I write in this silly pink diary almost everyday. But it's so comforting to have something to go back to that is familiar... never changing. It's something that was always here to listen. But lately, I feel like something is going to change, and I'm afraid that I don't want to know what it is.
I walked into the brightly lit entrance of Sean Sliabh High School, thankful for the warm shelter from the bitter wind and rain outside. It was only the middle of October, yet the weather was already biting cold at your nose, freezing everything it touched. I brushed a few strands of strawberry blonde hair out of my face and looked up. I found my friends and waved slightly, walking over to them and immediately smiling. Lynn Herring, someone I just met, was standing over to the side of my usual group of friends, obviously shy and not in the mood to put herself out there. "What are you doing standing over here looking lonely?" I teased her. I grabbed her below the elbow and pulled her into the crowded circle. I don't see how Lynn could be so shy. Her looks give her away as someone who would be outgoing, even a bit harsh at times. Her brown eyes soft and a bit large, gave me the image of an owl every time I saw her. Her nose was slightly curved and pointy, enhancing her owlish structure. I've always admired her for her looks, maybe even a little jealous, but something I've never shown.
In the crowd, I was instantly greeted by Valerie.
"Hey Alex," she said, her wavy hair dyed black and falling just below her shoulders. I missed her light brown hair. It tanned her skin and matched her beautiful green eyes perfectly.
"Hey Val. What's up? You didn't manage to do your history homework, did you?" I asked, batting my eyelashes innocently.
"Do you ever do your homework?" She reached into her bag and pulled out a white sheet of paper.
I skimmed over it. "I can't bloody read your writing! What does that say? Oblivious?"
She scowled. "Revolution," she said as she snatched for the paper, her fingers only grasping air.
We both laughed. "You know I'm just kidding. I'll give it to you before English class," I assured her as the bell rang for homeroom.
I scurried down the hallway, planning out what homework to do in what class in order to avoid late assignments. Just then I felt an itching at the back of my neck. I scratched at it and looked up, seeing Owen Fowler from my Study Hall looking at me. Our eyes locked, his blue eyes searching mine. Heat rose to my cheeks, instantly turning them a light pink. I looked down as he passed, smiling to myself as I entered my homeroom, still imagining those blue eyes.
I still can't believe that I write in this silly pink diary almost everyday. But it's so comforting to have something to go back to that is familiar... never changing. It's something that was always here to listen. But lately, I feel like something is going to change, and I'm afraid that I don't want to know what it is.
I walked into the brightly lit entrance of Sean Sliabh High School, thankful for the warm shelter from the bitter wind and rain outside. It was only the middle of October, yet the weather was already biting cold at your nose, freezing everything it touched. I brushed a few strands of strawberry blonde hair out of my face and looked up. I found my friends and waved slightly, walking over to them and immediately smiling. Lynn Herring, someone I just met, was standing over to the side of my usual group of friends, obviously shy and not in the mood to put herself out there. "What are you doing standing over here looking lonely?" I teased her. I grabbed her below the elbow and pulled her into the crowded circle. I don't see how Lynn could be so shy. Her looks give her away as someone who would be outgoing, even a bit harsh at times. Her brown eyes soft and a bit large, gave me the image of an owl every time I saw her. Her nose was slightly curved and pointy, enhancing her owlish structure. I've always admired her for her looks, maybe even a little jealous, but something I've never shown.
In the crowd, I was instantly greeted by Valerie.
"Hey Alex," she said, her wavy hair dyed black and falling just below her shoulders. I missed her light brown hair. It tanned her skin and matched her beautiful green eyes perfectly.
"Hey Val. What's up? You didn't manage to do your history homework, did you?" I asked, batting my eyelashes innocently.
"Do you ever do your homework?" She reached into her bag and pulled out a white sheet of paper.
I skimmed over it. "I can't bloody read your writing! What does that say? Oblivious?"
She scowled. "Revolution," she said as she snatched for the paper, her fingers only grasping air.
We both laughed. "You know I'm just kidding. I'll give it to you before English class," I assured her as the bell rang for homeroom.
I scurried down the hallway, planning out what homework to do in what class in order to avoid late assignments. Just then I felt an itching at the back of my neck. I scratched at it and looked up, seeing Owen Fowler from my Study Hall looking at me. Our eyes locked, his blue eyes searching mine. Heat rose to my cheeks, instantly turning them a light pink. I looked down as he passed, smiling to myself as I entered my homeroom, still imagining those blue eyes.