This felt nice to write. You get to see more of Nate's caring character.
I hope you guys like it!
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Dear Journal,
I cannot believe I’m a senior now. These four years of high school have gone by in a blink of an eye. It’s true when someone says high school, and maybe even college, will go by in a snap of your fingers. I can just remember my first day of high school. I was so nervous and scared, but now I’m a senior. This is it. My last year of high school. Usually this is where people will declare how “this is their year”, but it won’t be. Even if I said it out loud and am determine to have this year be my year, I won’t go through with it. I’m a wimp. The phrase YOLO doesn’t apply to me and I’m fine with that—most of the time.
There are times I wish I can walk up to a guy and start up a conversation. Or talk to my crush, Nate, and ask him out. That’s the problem with being shy. Shyness holds people back and I am one of those people. When I think I can go up to Nate and talk to him, my stomach starts to ache and my nervous get the best of me. Maybe if I was more outgoing I would have friends and more importantly Nate. I wouldn’t feel like such an outcast.
It’s funny. Almost all my entries in this journal are about how I wish I had courage, or about Nate, or about how I don’t belong anywhere. If someone who read my journal, they’d think of me as a whiny teenager.
-Alison
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I’m almost at the end of Alison’s journal. She doesn’t write in it often. I like reading her journal entries and yet, at the same time, I don’t. I hate reading about how she thinks she is pathetic and doesn’t belong anywhere. I hate how low she thinks of herself.
Her father thinks she’ll wake up in less than a month now, but I don’t know what to think or believe. I want to believe it more than anything, but I can’t. I need to focus on my last baseball game in a few days, finals, graduation, and then college.
“Honey,” my mom’s voice comes out behind me.
I turn around in the patio chair, hiding the journal under my leg. Mom walks out with a cup of steaming coffee or tea in her hands. She hits down in the chair beside mine.
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Teen FictionAlison Collins is in a coma and now Nate has her journal. Nate never expected for Alison's brother to give him her journal after the accident. Alison was the girl who always kept to herself yet Nate seemed to always be intrigued. As he reads through...