Journal entry 3

I couldn't stop thinking about that boy I bumped into earlier. I know I sound like such a girl, but he was just so cute. I don't like those guys that just stay sweet and do everything I say. I'm more into people that stand up for themselves and don't take no for an answer. I didn't think about him at all until I got home yesterday. It took me a little while to think about how his black hair complimented his bright blue eyes perfectly. How he made a passage way to get where he wanted and to be creative and secretive about it. I should probably ignore this feeling about him because I know I'll never see him again. And if I do, I'm too shy to talk to anyone. I'm gonna try and forget any of this ever happened.

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I try to pay attention to my home school tutor as much as I can but I can't stop thinking about that boy. That maybe, it wasn't a coincidence that we met. But I'm being stupid, who would ever like me? I hate thinking about him because I told myself I would forget about him.

My teacher, Miss White, hit my desk with a ruler (she's a big believer in being a stereotype teacher) "I drag my fat butt all the way to your house to teach only you! Don't you think I would love to do anything else other than teaching some girl that doesn't even pay attention even though she's the only one being taught to?!"

Whenever she's like this, it kinda freaks me out. I mean, I don't think it's normal to have a purple face when yelling at a sixteen year old girl. "Yes Miss White, I'm sorry." I never tell her that I was distracted or that I was accidentally not looking at her while she's talking because she always freaks out at me with her purple face and makes this huge deal about what makes it so wrong.

I'm super happy when I'm finally excused from my desk inside the living room so that I could go explore. I never feel like doing this, but today, I'm feeling a bit adventurous. I tell my mom I'm going to Lindsey's and I head out with my vintage shoulder bag. I use this bag as my book bag usually.

I start heading toward the secret passage toward the library. I decide to check out more about this passage way. Maybe there are more passages to go down than just to the library. I look left and right to make sure I'm not being watched and I jump into the hole in the fence like a ninja.

When I land on the soft dirt I whisper to myself, "I'm in." I look around while crawling on my hands and knees. How have I never noticed all these other passages? I look all around me and there so many other places to go. There are probably several trails to explore around. I decide to take a trail that looks mostly traveled.

I followed the trail while crawling and trying to avoid poking my knees into any sticks. As I keep going, the trail starts getting taller so I can stand up and walk. Once I get to a large clearing, I am amazed by what I see.

I gasp and look at the beautiful structure right in front of me. There, sitting on this large sycamore tree, is the most amazing tree house I've ever seen. It's almost as big as a small house! I stand there, my mouth wide open staring at the magnificent tree house.

I'm such in awe that I don't even see the boy climb out and walk toward me. I sort of hear mumbling at the back of my brain but I get snapped out of my daydream when the boy literally snaps me out of it. He put his fingers in front of my face and snapped them a ton, very loudly.

I shake my head, getting out of my trance and look at him with wide eyes. "What's your problem?" He says critically. "I told you to stay away, but instead, you come crawling to my house like a trespasser!"

I feel so embarrassed and shy so all I can mumble out is, "So-so-sorry."

He stared at me through those bright blue eyes, and I stare back. But I'm dismayed when I find a tint of delight in his eyes, despite his hard and hostile face. "Stop apologizing and just follow me."