“Wait a minute! Let me see if im understanding you.” said Jackie as I walked out of school with her, “You want me to actually believe that your Aunt has be resurrected from the dead.”
“Yes, I swear she is pure evil, and she looks it too!” I protested
“Wait, just because she was mean to you, and has forgotten your birthday for the past 5 years, doesn’t mean she’s a demon.”
“Whatever, believe what you want. I have to run so I don’t miss the bus.”
“Bye!”
‘Sometimes I run, sometimes I hide, sometimes Im scared of you...’
“Yuck, get that Britney crap off my radio.” I shouted throwing a pillow at the stereo
“Can you not be so violent.” laughed Bobby poking his head in my room.
“Sorry, I’m having a bad day.” I said gazing out of my window. I did have a perfect view into the Hanson’s house from there.
“I really hope your not reading into that dream you had too much, it was probably noting. Anyways, I going out, see ya!”
“Bye bye, don’t get into to much trouble, you do have me to look after now.”
“Sure.” Bobby closed my door and I could hear his footsteps grow farther away.
“I am so bored.” I said to myself. “Thats it, I can’t take it anymore, I am going to over there, right now!”
“Haley!” shouted Mack running towards me. He was outside playing a game with Avery.
“Hey sweetie, where are your brothers?”
“In the studio, and I don’t think that want to talk or see you.” said Avery.
“Oh, well I didn’t ask you anyways did I?” I walked past them and into the garage witch led down to the studio.
As I walked down the steps into the studio I noticed that they weren’t alone. There were three girls down there with them, 2 dark hair ones and a blonde.
“Hi.” I said staying far enough away that they really couldn’t see me.
“And who are you?” asked one of the girls.
“Its just Haley.” said Taylor blankly. “Our neighbor.”
“Did you forget something here?” asked Isaac looking up for a minute.
“Yeah, my heart!” I turned around to walk out, “And it looks like I’m not going to be getting it back anytime soon.” Saying that I stormed back up the stairs almost running into Walker.
Dear Journal,
I seriously think that I should give up on ‘love’ and ‘happiness’. You see I’ve decided that its all a bunch a crap, and will get me nowhere! The rest of the idiots in the world can take their ‘love’ and shove it up their butts, because I am done with it, and I NEVER plan on thinking about it or feeling it again!
~ Haley