June 1st
Tonight was graduation. I really expected to see Josie there. In fact a small part of my hoped to see her there. I don't really know why. Maybe I'm just a little hung up on her still. Maybe I'm a glutton for punishment. Maybe I'm just stupid. But I know I'm not going to get over Josie anytime soon. She's so deep rooted in my heart now. I don't care who she turned out to be, I love the Josie I knew. It's not that I'm in love with her. I just love her. I can't go on hating her. I have to admit I still think the world of her. I really hope Mr. Coulson goes to her. He's stupid not to.
June 4th
Tonight was the baseball game. I sat there in the stands with my friends watching her stand alone on the pitchers mound. The only thought going through my head was Coulson better go to her. She deserves a lot, and he can give it to her. I want her to be happy.
Then the timer went off and he wasn't there. I just sat there, thinking I should go hug Josie or something. I was just about thinking hey, maybe Coulson won't show up and in some way Josie can be mine again. Maybe not. Because then he ran down to go kiss her. And it was a happy moment I guess. I officially lost her, not that she was ever really mine anyways.
I don't feel so bad about it anyways. I'm graduated and going to Chicago in the fall. It's all over.
June 6th
Today Josie called me. She told me she's sorry and wants to make everything up to me. We set up plans for dinner and a night out. After I hung up the phone I felt so excited. I turned the radio up quite a bit and laid back on my bed. I thought nothing could ruin the way I felt.
Then my dad came into my room.
I don't even really know what happened. He was yelling at me about the radio being to loud while he was trying to take a nap. As usual he brought up mom leaving, and tried to blame it on me.
Then I finally had the nerve to say something back. I called him an alcoholic and said maybe if he didn't hit my mom she wouldn't have left.
I saw his fist moving toward me, then it all went black.
I woke up and found myself laying on my bedroom floor near my metal bed frame. I reached up to feel my pounding head and felt the sticky blood all around it. I tried to sit up but my head just spun and I hit the ground again. I knew I had to get up and find the phone though. So I crawled to the window and peeked outside. Upon seeing that my father's truck was gone I relaxed a bit and called Josie.
I started to talk to her, and tried to get out of our dinner plans. But I guess that is when I passed out again because my memory stops there.
Tonight was graduation. I really expected to see Josie there. In fact a small part of my hoped to see her there. I don't really know why. Maybe I'm just a little hung up on her still. Maybe I'm a glutton for punishment. Maybe I'm just stupid. But I know I'm not going to get over Josie anytime soon. She's so deep rooted in my heart now. I don't care who she turned out to be, I love the Josie I knew. It's not that I'm in love with her. I just love her. I can't go on hating her. I have to admit I still think the world of her. I really hope Mr. Coulson goes to her. He's stupid not to.
June 4th
Tonight was the baseball game. I sat there in the stands with my friends watching her stand alone on the pitchers mound. The only thought going through my head was Coulson better go to her. She deserves a lot, and he can give it to her. I want her to be happy.
Then the timer went off and he wasn't there. I just sat there, thinking I should go hug Josie or something. I was just about thinking hey, maybe Coulson won't show up and in some way Josie can be mine again. Maybe not. Because then he ran down to go kiss her. And it was a happy moment I guess. I officially lost her, not that she was ever really mine anyways.
I don't feel so bad about it anyways. I'm graduated and going to Chicago in the fall. It's all over.
June 6th
Today Josie called me. She told me she's sorry and wants to make everything up to me. We set up plans for dinner and a night out. After I hung up the phone I felt so excited. I turned the radio up quite a bit and laid back on my bed. I thought nothing could ruin the way I felt.
Then my dad came into my room.
I don't even really know what happened. He was yelling at me about the radio being to loud while he was trying to take a nap. As usual he brought up mom leaving, and tried to blame it on me.
Then I finally had the nerve to say something back. I called him an alcoholic and said maybe if he didn't hit my mom she wouldn't have left.
I saw his fist moving toward me, then it all went black.
I woke up and found myself laying on my bedroom floor near my metal bed frame. I reached up to feel my pounding head and felt the sticky blood all around it. I tried to sit up but my head just spun and I hit the ground again. I knew I had to get up and find the phone though. So I crawled to the window and peeked outside. Upon seeing that my father's truck was gone I relaxed a bit and called Josie.
I started to talk to her, and tried to get out of our dinner plans. But I guess that is when I passed out again because my memory stops there.