Entry Two

March 11th

Journal Entry #2

Minnie became the topic of my every conversation

with my best friend, Charlie, who listened to me with

a pair of Beats over her ears. 

Her long dark hair always framed her face in gentle waves

when she cared to style it. Mostly, it sat on a bun atop her

head, and bobbed up and down with each step we took together. 

We’d been neighbors since we were seven, and friends since

the day I saw the moving truck in the front of their house, the

oddball amongst a sea of white colonials - it was a pink ranch with

cacti in the front. We lived in Massachusetts. 

Naturally, being the kid I was with the attention span of

a lizard, I dropped the Transformers I was playing with in

my front yard and ran over to hers. 

We gathered up our odd bunch like Pokémon, you

could say. We couldn’t have too many of the same people. 

I didn’t think that, but she sure did. 

There was Julian, who we’d met in sixth grade. 

He was always high on something, like Elmer’s Glue 

or you know, like, weed. He stumbles next

to me and Charlie, his beanie flopping behind him.

Soft red hairs poked out from the front. 

“Hey, Jules.” I said.

He muttered something and looked up

at the ceiling. “Cool.” 

 I didn’t wanna ask what was cool.

I saw Minnie out of the corner of my

eye, laughing and talking to some kid 

who wore leather jackets and bootlegged

jeans. 

Alex Federling. Head of the Art Club. 

He wrote his first graphic novel when

he was thirteen, got it published when

he was sixteen. 

It was crap, in my humble opinion and

I don’t read a lot. 

I hated him and his smug glare and

his sea-green eyes and the way Minnie

looked at him that he was a fucking god-

Never mind. It didn’t matter. I just had to

woo her. 

I just had to figure out how. 

Sorry for the short entry, Journal. 

I’m still working on finding my groove.