george
i sighed as i wrote some more random metaphors into my torn up journal. i felt a pair of eyes on me but continued to focus on my writing. after about 20 minutes of brainstorming, i asked to take a well needed break to the bathroom. i placed my things into my backpack, the bell was about to ring in 10, and laid my journal onto the cold desk. i made my way to the bathroom and stood there, wanting to miss as much class as possible. i grew anxious as the thought of going back and meeting eyes with josh. we rarely talked but we knew of each other. after all of the stupid shit i've done, he stills fills my mind. he'll always be one of my top priorities even though i might not be one of his. i made my way back to class, just as the bell rang. i walked to my desk and caught josh just leaving. i watched him before realizing my journal was gone. i started to panic and then let out a scream. i got angry as i realized that someone took something so personal. i grabbed my bag and headed over to the one person i was sure took it, james.
