The Notebook
-Chapter 13-
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Chase,
Hey. So today I got my grade report back in English and it said that I had a D-. I freaked out completely until I saw that there was no grade for my portfolio. After my teacher fixed it my grade went up to a B plus, which is much, much, better than a D-. School is so stressful lately. It feels like I have a million things to do. I don't have time for friends, Todd, or my fish! (Yes, I have a new fish. His name is Spalding.)'
Actually, I shouldn't be writing you right now considering that I have a humongous test in Calculus tomorrow. Spalding says hi.
Zoey
HI ZOEY!
This isn't Chase, it's Nicole! I kidnapped his notebook so I can write to you. I slipped it out of his bag a few minutes ago because I wanted to write to you. I am now hiding out under a big oak tree behind the cafeteria. So, what do you think of Hannah? Michael told me he thinks their dating but I told him that would completely ridiculous because he's so in love with...
Friday, November 17, 2006
Zoe-
Sorry about that. I had to threaten to show all the guys on the basketball team the picture of her when she was seven riding a pony in Kansas. You know, THAT picture. She immediately gave it back to me after that. Ha ha.
Spalding is an awesome name for a fish!
Oh, in Creative Writing I just finished my story about an old Holocaust survivor. The next day I ask my teacher what the next assignment is and he puts a BRICK on my desk and says," Ten pages, double spaced, due December first." That's it. Tell me, how is it possible to write a ten page story about a BRICK?!
-Chase
Monday, November 20, 2006
Chase-
Who's gonna take the notebook for when we're on Thanksgiving break? Chances are you're gonna need it with you're crazy family. Luckily, my it's just my parents, Dustin, and me this year. That's how I like it. As long as I get the notebook Christmas Break. Every single one of my aunts and their ten kids are flying into Louisiana for a family reunion. Yea!
I want to read the brick story when you're done. I can't imagine what you'll write with that large imagination of yours. I wish I had some ideas to throw at you.
Anyway, another Thanksgiving thing. What is you're favorite Thanksgiving memory? Here's mine:
I was about seven years old that year. My dad decided HE wanted to cook Thanksgiving dinner. I'm gonna leave out the actual details but I will tell you how it ended up. The mashed potatoes were full of clumps. Some of the clumps didn't taste like potatoes but more like something that you'd find in the sewer. The sweet potato casserole was a can of yams that actually still showed the can formation in them with a few marshmallows that weren't melted, the green bean casserole was more like soup than casserole and here's the best part: My dad undercooked the turkey and we all got food poisoning. Needless to say, my dad didn't cook again. Never.
That's all. Have fun going home for a few days.
-Zoey
Wednesday night everyone was getting excited to go home. Well, almost everyone. Hannah packed her things in silence. Why should she be excited to go home to an aunt who didn't want her and sent her away to a school thousands of miles away? She was tempted to stay at the school for the kids who didn't go home. Anger wavered over her as she thought of her aunt abandoning her in the time that she needed family more than anything.
Not hearing a knock on the door and the call for her name she went on packing. Zoey got up from her weekend homework and opened the door. She wasn't even surprised to see Chase.
"Hey, Hannah's packing. Here's the notebook." Zoey handed him the book and then tried to go back and concentrate on her work. She refused to let it bother her that Chase made an effort to see Hannah and was busy when she wanted to see him. It was irritating.
"Okay," Chase smiled at his best friend,"Hey Hannah." He gently touched her shoulder.
"Oh, hi," Hannah wiped her eyes.
"What's wrong?" He sat down with her on the bed.
"Oh...it's just one of those days," Hannah muttered and nodded to the framed picture of her parents on her nightstand.
Chase didn't say anything but wrapped her into a hug. Zoey couldn't help but stare. It was as if her eyes were glued to them.
"It's gonna be okay," Chase whispered to her.
"I've got to go," Zoey said to herself. She left the room with a slam of the door.
A/N: Ehhh...Review.