Nov. 6, 2014

Dear Diary,

What's wrong with me? I feel diffrent. I have nothing to complain about. I'm alive. My parents are alive. I have a roof over my head, food on my plate. I have friends. Really my life is what every person would only dream about.

I found my old diary in a box in the garage. I decided to keep writing to you. In case you have forgotten about me I'll tell you a little about myself:

My name is Rosalinda Pines. I am a tall girl with long brown hair, hazel eyes and caramel colored skin. My best friends Andy Follow, Penny Nightlock, and Gwen Forest are always at my side.

I found you in the garage yesterday. I thought you might want to catch up on each other's lives. I don't think you want to hear about my life but I need someone to talk to. Your the best I have. I haven't written to you in ages. The last letter is labeled: Nov.1, 2007.

I haven't written to you in seven years! I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me. Well if you want to hear about my life then here goes nothing.

I went to school. I learned just how useless I am when it comes to solving "fun" science themed mazes. I learned just how useful I am when it comes to hitting my mortal enemy in the face with a dodge ball. Pretty boring stuff, you know? Of course you know, you've been in a box next to Barbie dolls that have marker marking all over their faces. The one thing that made my day was Will.

Will Santos is my crush. I'm in the seventh grade, and he's been my crush since I was in the fifth. He just has this connection, I haven't really felt with any other boy. I'll tell you all he has done for me, but only because well, I like remembering.

Well, when we were five I fell down and scraped my knee. Will gave me a hug and stayed there until the teacher gave me a bandage. He snatched the bandage in his hands, and peeled the paper away. He put the bandage gently on my knee then kissed it. He stood up and held out his hand for me. We kept playing as if nothing had happened.

In the third grade, I broke my arm on the monkey bars. He begged his mom to take him to the hospital to be by my side when they placed the cast on my arm. He was the first one to sign my cast. He drew a heart and wrote : Get better soon. He gave me a hug afterwards. Everyday, when I arrived at school he insisted on carrying my backpack. I felt bad but he would stare at me with his big, brown eyes and I just couldn't tell him no.

Last year, in the sixth grade, we went through the haunted house together. I'll admit it, I still have nightmares about what was in that house. They turn into dreams though. The way Will held my hand and said, "Don't worry. I'm here. I swear I won't leave you. Ever." I smiled nervously at him and we kept walking. When we finally reached the exit, his arm was around me and I was hugging him like letting go would mean the death on of me.

I don't think you want to hear more. Do you? I'll tell you about today, how he made my day. He walked me to my locker, like how he always does after Math. There's just something about him that I just find so lovable. The way he's always positive, always has a smile on his dimpled face.

We were walking to my locker, and when we arrived I got lost in his eyes. He looked at mine and traced his thumb on my cheek bone, like how a friend would. It good for some reason. I ended up dropping my books. I bent down to pick them up when his hand fell on mine. I looked up at his eyes. He smiled, picked up my books and handed them to me.

I don't know what happened after that. Gwen says, I had a dazed look on my face.

Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. I'll never know. But I don't want to. I guess by now you must think I'm a hypocrite. I guess I am. I love my life. And maybe one day, Will will make me adore it. I wasted enough of your time, Diary. I have to leave anyway. I hope you decide to read the rest of my daily letters.

Love,

Rosalinda (Rosie)