No point in putting a date.

Chapter 2 - Two diary entries

Day: Present

Location: Where the sun doesn't shine

Mood: The f**k is this?

It’s raining outside. Just pouring. It’s pretty wonderful. Beautiful.

My bedroom window faces my backyard and I've been growing sunflowers. I’m not at home though. I wish I was. A couple of weeks have gone by since my first entry, I just didn't feel like writing. Sorry Lulu. And now, I’m stuck in AP Physics listening to my teacher drone on about elementary particles and what not. Quite riveting, except not. Watching paint dry is much more exciting than listening to my teacher’s monotone voice. Hell, anything else is much more exciting.

Mr. Monotone hates me. He has a vendetta against me, tried to get me expelled once too but I got off scotch free. IN YOUR FACE. You can’t prove I did it. F****r. He keeps looking my way because I’m the only one not paying attention while he drones on and on �" occasional glare here- and on and on he goes. Whatever.

Location: Stranded

Mood: I hope you keel over.

Lulu at least you won’t leave me stranded. Obviously because you are an inanimate object but that’s just a technicality. Two entries in one day? I’m on a roll. Way to go, I deserve a f*****g sticker. And a pat on the back. My boyfriend left me stranded … again. Saying that he got called to go to work early. Selfish. Like I am sitting here in the pouring rain. My only shelter is the schools’ covered patio. Thank baby Buddha for that petition. It gets so hot here during summer, feels like you just got slapped by the devil.

Back to my selfish boyfriend. How am I even supposed to get back home in this weather? Walk? I think not. My hair will get ruined. It takes HOURS to get all that curliness tamed into fine silk.  I’ll just magically transport myself. That’s it. Like anime characters do all the time. Piece of cake.

Note to self: I can’t f*****g teleport.

 Now that’s depressing. I am thoroughly depressed now. That was my last chance. My silver lining, my blind leap into faith and it failed. It came crumbling down like my hopes and dreams. I will never be able to get over this. Just tragic.

I could have taken the bus. Public transportation… but momma needs money. And momma doesn't have a job, I’ll have to look in to that when I get home. Momma’s also hungry so it looks like I’m walking home this lovely, wet and cold afternoon.