Don't READ!! i'M STARTING OVER TOO PLOT HOLES!

Chapter 2: To Read or Not To Read

                    I didn't answer her, but I scooped the diary up and put it back in my bag. My door wasn't lock and I knew she would open it at any second. If she was to see the diary she would start asking questions.

                    "What are you doing?" she asked perched in my doorway.

                     "Homework," I said while I tried to read her face to see if she saw anything.

                     "Uh huh. Well get downstairs."

                      I followed her back downstairs and into the dining room. My mom was sitting at the table eyes glued to the TV in the living room. Susie took her place at table and so did I.

                      "Tonight's special is Chicken Cordon Bleu," Dad said coming from kitchen carrying our meal.

                   "Oh Victor that's my favorite."

                   "I know that's why I made it," Dad said to my mom. My dad was a five star chief and owns three restaurants. He was gone most nights til about one in the morning. So when he was here he always made something special. My mom on the other hand can't cook to save her life. Her talent is in grooming. She is a professional dog groomer.

                    There wasn't much conversation at the table mostly just watching TV. My mom started this lets sit at the table together the year before my older sister left for college. I ate quickly so I could leave.

                     "I'm going to be in my room," I announced getting up from the table.

                      "Aleck you don't want desert?" Dad asked me.

                       "I have a lot school work to do. Could you just save me some."

                        "Will do. Make sure you study hard. That 'B' in history has room for improvement. I know how smart you are and I want to see the best you can do."

                        "Yes sir," I disappeared upstairs and into my room, making sure to lock the door. I dug in my bag to get out the diary. Opening it to the first pageI began to read.

 Diary #37

July 17,2010

                  Dear Diary,

                                             I am one who dares to dream.

                                             I dream for the seemingly impossible.

                                            I have only one wish I want to fulfill and that is to grow old and die.

                         I was born Tuesday March 3rd, 1704. My birth given name is Gabrielle Lotus Partridge. I was named after my grandmother and mother's favorite flower. These days I go by Iris. I change my name when I get sick of it or we move to a different place. I have been everywhere nothing is new anymore.

                         I reach for my phone to text Blake.

                         Hey What are you up too?

                          Seconds later.

                          Just watchin the game. I was on the phone with Amber but she was drivin me crazy :/ Y?

                        I wanted to know if u knew a girl named Gabrielle Partridge that goes by Iris

                        I know a girl named Iris but Im not sure if its her real name or not

                         Well do u kno when her B-day is?

                         No. Whats with these Qs?

                         I found this girls diary during detection and want to give it back to her

                          Oh. But who brings a diary to school

                           IDK but that's what I want to find out.

                         Have u read it?

                          Just the 1st page. Y?

                           B/C diaries holdpersonal stuff right? Well if you do find this girl & shes hot. She'll be like putty in ur hands. Cuz u already kno how her mind works. & u'll finally have ur self a girlfriend

                           SHUT UP!

                          He wasn't much help, but he was right. Diaries were the things to hold personal feelings, thoughts and secrets. It won't be right for me to read it.

                            But then why was it just left there. Where anyone could get a hold of it. I looked at the book in my hands. The only way I was going to find out was to read it.

                              So I continued...

                             I'm seventeen years old. Well I have the body of a seventeen year old. I resided with my family, a mother, a father, and a younger brother who seems to be eleven. His name is Kinsely and he very much likes the life we live. While I on the other hand hate it.

     Life isn't worth living if you have to live it forever.

     And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad

     The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had

                          Those words speak to me and they hold true. 1983 Mad world by Tears for fear made those words stick. 2001 Mad world by Gary Joules made those words breathe.

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A/N

I love that song!! Crazy in Donnie Darko!

~October :D