Brooke's Diary
September 5th
Not in the mood to write today
September 6th
Dearest diary,
Monday tomorrow. I’m not particularly excited.
I had homework to do over the weekend. I didn’t do it.
September 7th
Not in the mood to write today.
September 8th
Dearest Diary,
I sat on the porch step a long time today. Had a cup of coffee. Watched the passerby.
The pretty girl I drew turned out to be someone called Rachel Amber. She went to get coffee at the same parlour I go to. An odd coincidence.
A more idiotic person would call it fate.
September 9th
Dearest Diary,
I sat in the shop while I drank my coffee today. Rachel Amber came to the shop again. She has a friend - though that specific term is a little up in the air, because there’s certainly some romantic tension there. Maybe her friend - Chloe Price - is asexual. That would start to explain the odd romantic mood but lack of anything sexual. Or maybe I’m bad at reading people. The latter is more likely.
Neither of them noticed me.
September 10th
Dearest Diary,
Happy Thursday.
September 11th
Not in the mood to write today.
September 12th
Dearest Diary,
I drew in the coffee parlour today. Rachel Amber came in. She noticed me this time. Her friend wasn’t with her.
She asked about my art. I showed her a picture to shut her up. She said something idiotic.
My interest in her has begun to wane.
She asked if I could draw a picture of her. I wanted to say I already had, but that might be seen as stalker-ish, and I didn’t want her to make a scene.
So, instead, I told her to go suck a lemon.
That’s a fun phrase. Haven’t had an excuse to use that one in a while.
With the reaction she had, you’d think I’d slapped her. Gobsmacked is the only word for it.
Moron.
September 13th
Dearest Diary,
We need weekend Wednesday in Blackwell.
September 14th
Not in the mood to write today.
September 15th
Bad day. Wore my rubber band. Laid in bed for a while. I’m not sure how long. I didn’t check the time - it was dark when I woke up.
I like the dark.
When I managed to get up, I had enough time to get to history class. We’re starting a group project.
I paired up with Kate Marsh. She seems bearable.
September 16th
Not in the mood to write today.
September 17th
Dearest Diary,
Happy Thursday.
I finished our assignment in history - but apparently that was just a short pop-quiz-esque assignment, for an actual project. A full one. It starts Monday. That should be bothersome to complete on my own - but I won’t have Kate Marsh getting her idiotic hands on work that will have my name on it.
September 18th
Not in the mood to write today.
September 19th
Dearest Diary,
It’s Saturday. I laid in bed for a while before getting up.
I feel disgusting. I took a shower. It didn’t help.
I still have yet to talk to Kate Marsh about our project. We have to present it together, so she’ll have to read it over before we do so. So she can read aloud. Problem being, I have no way of sending it to her.
I’ll ask her for her email tomorrow.
I am reluctantly curious about what her dorm will be like.
I imagine - religious memorabilia, bible quotes, a board fo some kind for post-its and bookmarks. Maybe a Keurig - but not for coffee. For tea. Maybe just a classic tea set.
I think I’ll draw it. With Kate Marsh in the middle - sitting on her bed. She’ll make a decent subject.