Post by mysteria on Sept 13, 2007 9:58:25 GMT -5
A note to readers:
Kitty pretty much wrote the first couple entries, because I had the block of writer.
March 1st, 2007
First off, I didn't run away.
I chickened out.
I seriously had everything together and packed, and I chickened out. I mean, what am I doing? I'm so confused!
Yesterday, after I wrote that I was going to run away, two very BAD things happened at school.
I was in maths when someone passed me a note. It said "to Jesse" on it, so I opened it. I knew righta way that it was from Drake because of the terrible handwriting.
I heard you were moving! Why didn't you tell me? Where are you moving to?
I crumpled it up and threw it away. I didn't even look at him. I don't know why.
Then, in English, Kelly came up to me. I was ready for some snide remark (I mean, she HAS been hanging around Tora an awful lot) but all she said was (real fast), "I'm sorry about what Tora said. I heard you were moving, and - "
Then she stopped and shoved something in my hands, and left.
Isn't that the oddest? I haven't opened it yet; it's a little white box and I don't feel like seeing what's inside.
March 3rd, 2007
Happy Bonza Bottler Day. You wouldn't believe where I'm spending it.
In England!
I was so afraid to move away from everyone in Ireland...I don't know what I would do if Drake found a new girlfriend, or if Kelly totally forgot about me, or anything happened like that.
So I did the stupidest thing EVER.
I went to Dublin.
How did I get to Dublin?
I asked Brandon, and Brandon asked his brother, and so I ended up catching a ride in the Mustang again.
I took the money I'd been saving for a car and went down to Dublin International and BOUGHT A TICKET FOR A FLIGHT TO SOUTHAMPTON.
I don't know if I'm crazy, or what...!
March 4th, 2007
Well, I spent the night at the airport. Brandon's brother knows I'm in Dublin, so I bet people around here are looking for me. But he doesn't know I went to the airport, and it's hard to find a person in a big place like this...right?
At any rate, I'm on the plane now, and no one's been suspicious of me in the very least.
My parents have called three times and Drake has called five. I guess that really says something about him, right? Insert bitter laugh here.
Kelly called and left a message. Said something about how she was sorry if I was mad, please come back, and I could crash at her place if I didn't want to go home. Rot like that.
March 6th, 2007
Diary? It's official. I've gone insane.
I have nowhere to stay, no one to talk to, hardly enough money for a hotel- that is, if I can find one. God, this is as bad as if I had moved. The only thing I was smart enough to bring was my phone.
In other news, I've been tracked.
There were police waiting for me at the airport in Southampton, asking everyone who got off of the plane if they had seen me. Only the man who had been sitting next to me said anything, but by the time he finished telling them the story I had told him, (that I was a grad student coming home to see the family) I had gotten the heck out there. I found a bed and breakfast to spend the night at, so that's where I am right now, laying on my bed with the T.V. on.
March 7th, 2007
Well, it's a beautiful day, the birds are singing, the sky is blue, and my face is plastered all over the news.
BBC got wind of the policemen down at the airport, and discovered me, a missing child. Of course, it was their civic duty to report this (c)
Kitty pretty much wrote the first couple entries, because I had the block of writer.
March 1st, 2007
First off, I didn't run away.
I chickened out.
I seriously had everything together and packed, and I chickened out. I mean, what am I doing? I'm so confused!
Yesterday, after I wrote that I was going to run away, two very BAD things happened at school.
I was in maths when someone passed me a note. It said "to Jesse" on it, so I opened it. I knew righta way that it was from Drake because of the terrible handwriting.
I heard you were moving! Why didn't you tell me? Where are you moving to?
I crumpled it up and threw it away. I didn't even look at him. I don't know why.
Then, in English, Kelly came up to me. I was ready for some snide remark (I mean, she HAS been hanging around Tora an awful lot) but all she said was (real fast), "I'm sorry about what Tora said. I heard you were moving, and - "
Then she stopped and shoved something in my hands, and left.
Isn't that the oddest? I haven't opened it yet; it's a little white box and I don't feel like seeing what's inside.
March 3rd, 2007
Happy Bonza Bottler Day. You wouldn't believe where I'm spending it.
In England!
I was so afraid to move away from everyone in Ireland...I don't know what I would do if Drake found a new girlfriend, or if Kelly totally forgot about me, or anything happened like that.
So I did the stupidest thing EVER.
I went to Dublin.
How did I get to Dublin?
I asked Brandon, and Brandon asked his brother, and so I ended up catching a ride in the Mustang again.
I took the money I'd been saving for a car and went down to Dublin International and BOUGHT A TICKET FOR A FLIGHT TO SOUTHAMPTON.
I don't know if I'm crazy, or what...!
March 4th, 2007
Well, I spent the night at the airport. Brandon's brother knows I'm in Dublin, so I bet people around here are looking for me. But he doesn't know I went to the airport, and it's hard to find a person in a big place like this...right?
At any rate, I'm on the plane now, and no one's been suspicious of me in the very least.
My parents have called three times and Drake has called five. I guess that really says something about him, right? Insert bitter laugh here.
Kelly called and left a message. Said something about how she was sorry if I was mad, please come back, and I could crash at her place if I didn't want to go home. Rot like that.
March 6th, 2007
Diary? It's official. I've gone insane.
I have nowhere to stay, no one to talk to, hardly enough money for a hotel- that is, if I can find one. God, this is as bad as if I had moved. The only thing I was smart enough to bring was my phone.
In other news, I've been tracked.
There were police waiting for me at the airport in Southampton, asking everyone who got off of the plane if they had seen me. Only the man who had been sitting next to me said anything, but by the time he finished telling them the story I had told him, (that I was a grad student coming home to see the family) I had gotten the heck out there. I found a bed and breakfast to spend the night at, so that's where I am right now, laying on my bed with the T.V. on.
March 7th, 2007
Well, it's a beautiful day, the birds are singing, the sky is blue, and my face is plastered all over the news.
BBC got wind of the policemen down at the airport, and discovered me, a missing child. Of course, it was their civic duty to report this (c)