[untitled]A Chapter by Arwen EvenstarDear Journal, It was supposed to be just him and I. We were supposed to go to the park alone so that we could talk. I wanted to tell him how I felt. I wanted him to see that I was the girl for him. I want nothing more than just to hold his hand and be able to kiss him and know that I have his heart, but he had to bring along “her”. When I saw them walk into the park together, my heart sank. I almost cried, I was hurt so much. When they both arrived at the bench, I pretended my mom called and wanted me to come home. I walked out of the park acting like nothing was wrong. When I got out of eyesight of them, I took off running. I never went home though. I didn’t want mom to see me this upset. So I took the path into the woods and sat by the small pond that was back there. That’s when I reached into my bag and took you out journal. I’ve never written in a journal before. My dad got you for me when him and mom got divorced and I just never wrote in you. Now, I’m going to start using you. I’m going to tell you my most darkest, deepest secrets and desires. As you can already tell, one of my secrets is “him”. I have been madly in love with him since we started school together in the first grade. He and I became close friends. We did everything together. I’m sitting here on a stump next to the pond. Crying hard, because of close “they” were when “they” came into the park. I wanted nothing more than to scream at them and tell them to leave. I want “him” to be mine and no one else’s. I guess that isn’t going to happen now. I guess I should go home though, I’m sure he’ll be a good friend and make sure I made it home okay. I’ll write when I get home if I don’t have any chores to do.
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5 Reviews Added on September 8, 2009 Last Updated on January 6, 2013 AuthorArwen EvenstarAboutI enjoy hanging out with friends and family. I write tons of poetry and stories. I have one poem published and am going to try to get more poems published. [ Copy this | Start New | F.. more..Writing
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