Journal : Chapter two
By
D. Mitchell
Judy walked into Doug's room, sat at his desk, and started reading his journal once again. She thumbed through the pages
until one entry caught her eye. After reading the first sentence, Judy covered her mouth in shock.
Dear Journal,
I wish Chalkie never existed. I'm so sick of his all-too-perfect life
and his narrow-mindedness. All he ever wants to do is make my
life miserable. He thinks that, just because he can get Bebe, he can
make his way to Patti. I'm so sick of his nonsense. I went to talk to
Mr. Dink about it and he told me that there are other fish in the sea. Mr.
Dink couldn't be closer to the truth.
I've had my sights set on Connie for quite some time. She may
think that I'm not much of a person, but deep inside, she likes me. I called
her the other day and when she answered, my heart dropped. I never
realized how sweet her voice really sounded. I asked her if she wouldn't
mind going on a date to the Honker Burger sometime. She reluctantly said
yes. I'm so happy that I have such a wonderful neighbor as Mr. Dink.
Anyway, that night at the Honker Burger, Connie and I had a date
together. The date turned out well and we held a pretty swell conversation about
life. She asked me what I thought life was like after death. I told her that I
honestly didn't know and that maybe we should worry about what's going on
now than what's gonna happen in the future. After that, we hung out at Bebe
Bluff Middle School's football field. We sat on on of the bleachers overlooking the
football field. It was a beautiful night and being with Connie made it even more
romantic. We sat there, all night, looking at the sky. Then, Connie pointed up at
a shooting star streaking across the sky. She asked me to make a wish and I looked
up. I closed my eyes and mentally made my wish. I wish everything in my life was
as good as it was in junior high. Before I could open my eyes, Connie leaned in and
kissed me. This was probably the best kiss I ever had.
Well, journal, that's how my night was. Porkchop won't quit dancing on
my desk, so that means I should say goodnight.
Judy bookmarked the next page and ran downstairs to answer the phone that
was ringing oof the hook.
"Judy, you know what time it is?" Marcos asked.
Judy looked at the clock and let out a tremendous sigh. She wanted to read more of Doug's journal and going out with Marcos
would mean that chance would go away. Doug was due back home tomorrow.
"It's nine-thirty, Marcos." Judy responded.
"Well, the play doesn't start until 10:30, so you have an hour." Marcos said.
"I know, just give me a minute longer, Marcos."
Judy hung up the phone and ran back upstairs, where Doug's journal lies in wait.
By
D. Mitchell
Judy walked into Doug's room, sat at his desk, and started reading his journal once again. She thumbed through the pages
until one entry caught her eye. After reading the first sentence, Judy covered her mouth in shock.
Dear Journal,
I wish Chalkie never existed. I'm so sick of his all-too-perfect life
and his narrow-mindedness. All he ever wants to do is make my
life miserable. He thinks that, just because he can get Bebe, he can
make his way to Patti. I'm so sick of his nonsense. I went to talk to
Mr. Dink about it and he told me that there are other fish in the sea. Mr.
Dink couldn't be closer to the truth.
I've had my sights set on Connie for quite some time. She may
think that I'm not much of a person, but deep inside, she likes me. I called
her the other day and when she answered, my heart dropped. I never
realized how sweet her voice really sounded. I asked her if she wouldn't
mind going on a date to the Honker Burger sometime. She reluctantly said
yes. I'm so happy that I have such a wonderful neighbor as Mr. Dink.
Anyway, that night at the Honker Burger, Connie and I had a date
together. The date turned out well and we held a pretty swell conversation about
life. She asked me what I thought life was like after death. I told her that I
honestly didn't know and that maybe we should worry about what's going on
now than what's gonna happen in the future. After that, we hung out at Bebe
Bluff Middle School's football field. We sat on on of the bleachers overlooking the
football field. It was a beautiful night and being with Connie made it even more
romantic. We sat there, all night, looking at the sky. Then, Connie pointed up at
a shooting star streaking across the sky. She asked me to make a wish and I looked
up. I closed my eyes and mentally made my wish. I wish everything in my life was
as good as it was in junior high. Before I could open my eyes, Connie leaned in and
kissed me. This was probably the best kiss I ever had.
Well, journal, that's how my night was. Porkchop won't quit dancing on
my desk, so that means I should say goodnight.
Judy bookmarked the next page and ran downstairs to answer the phone that
was ringing oof the hook.
"Judy, you know what time it is?" Marcos asked.
Judy looked at the clock and let out a tremendous sigh. She wanted to read more of Doug's journal and going out with Marcos
would mean that chance would go away. Doug was due back home tomorrow.
"It's nine-thirty, Marcos." Judy responded.
"Well, the play doesn't start until 10:30, so you have an hour." Marcos said.
"I know, just give me a minute longer, Marcos."
Judy hung up the phone and ran back upstairs, where Doug's journal lies in wait.