I lied down on my bed,my door shut and locked,curtains closed,under my covers. When I got comfortable,I brought out my diary,which was tucked inside my pillow case. A smile plastered on my face as I flipped through my past enteries. Then when I got to a clean page,I pulled out my pencil,and started to write. Today at school my friend Aiden winked at me. He barely gets to spend time with me anymore. He was a social butterfly,and I was more of a shy kind. I continued to write,and got lost into my story.
"Emily?" My mom called while knocking on the door.
"Yeah mom?" I called back,while sitting up.
"Can you open up the door honey,I wanna talk to you about something." She said in a soft voice.
Uh-oh...If she was talking to me in that soft caring voice,that means she wants to talk about how she wants to tear my diary,ripping it up page by page,and throwing it into a bonfire. Okay....Maybe she doesn't say that exactly,but she says something very similar to it. I got up,and opened the door for her to walk in. She entered,and sat down on my bed. I sat down beside her. Then she put her hand on top of mine.
"Emily sweetie,I wanna talk to you about that diary." She said with a soft,but serious voice.
"Here we go again." I sighed.
"Look honey,you need to get more friends,and take away a little time you spend writing in your diary." She said.
"Mom,even if I stop writing in the diary at all,I'll still have the same amount of friends." I argued.
"But sweetheart,your friend Aiden took off a little time of always playing games on the computer,and now look at him,almost everybody in the school is friends with him." My mom said proudly like Aiden was her son.
"Well I'm nothing like Aiden!" I complained.
"Baby please,if you're not going to do it for yourself," My mom picked up my diary from my bed."Then do it for me." She said while pressing the diary against her chest.
I tried to swipe it away from her,but she was quicker than Cat Woman,and retracted her hand.
"Emily,please." She pleaded.
"F-Fine,but only for a day." I said.
My mom stared at me,and arched her eyebrow.
"Okay,two days." I decided.
She continued to stare.
"A week?" I asked.
She still looked at me.
"Fine!A month." I said.
A smile stretched across her face.
"Thank you honey." She said as she got up,and placed a kiss on my forehead.
Then she walked out of the room. I let out a heavy sigh. A month without my diary. How will I even survive? I grabbed a book from my night stand. If I can't write,I guess I'll read. As I flipped the book open,a loud sound boomed through my door. I looked up,and listened. They were talking about politics and stuff. It must've been my mom listening to the news. I sighed. I need somewhere quiet to read. Then I just remembered about the old park our street. I got up,and walked out my bedroom door. I stopped by the living room to tell my mom where I was going. She nodded,but I don't think she could hear me over the loud television. I walked down the street,and stopped by the park. I sat down in the rusty swings. Then a memory came to my mind.
"Push me!Push me!" I screamed in my high pitch voice.
"Okay!Here you go!" Aiden yelled,his voice wasn't high pitch,but it wasn't very low either.
He gave me a hard push. I went up in the air,screaming and yelling in excitement.
"Again!Again!" I screamed.
Aiden gave me another hard push.
"Yay!" I yelled.
Then I lost my grip,and slipped out the swing.
"Aaahh!No!" I cried.
I fell flat on my butt,and scraped my knee. Tears started to stream down my cheeks.
"Owwie!" I cried.
Aiden ran to me.
"Emily!Are you okay?" He asked.
I slightly shook my head,"My knee hurts!" I whined.
"Can you walk?" He asked.
I tried to stand up,but stumbled back on the ground. Standing would be too much pressure on my hurt knee.
"Should I carry you?" Aiden asked.
I bit my lip,and nodded. Aiden lowered his back,and I managed to climb on it. He was able to carry me home,but here and there he let out a little grunt.
I smiled when that memory returned to my mind.
"What'cha smiling about?" A voice asked.
I turned to the side,and saw Aiden on the swing beside me.
"A childhood memory." I said turning forward again.
"The one where I carried you home?" Aiden asked.
I nodded," I could never forget it."
Then he looked at me and asked,"Do you still have that diary?"
I smiled at him,and nodded. Aiden had been the only person I ever shared my diary with. We were really close until 8th Grade,where he abandoned me for the Popular Society. Now we hardly ever spend time together. I had to admit that I was jealous. I had lost my best-friend to a bunch of crazy,outgoing,obnoxious people.
"Emily,you alright?" Aiden asked.
"Oh-Uh-Yeah,why?" I stammered.
"You've been silent for a while." He replied.
"Oh sorry,just thinking about.....something." I said.
"What?" Aiden asked.
"How you've......abandoned me..." I answered letting those words hang in the air.
"Emily I didn't-I didn't abandon you." Aiden argued.
I glared at him.
"We're still friends,we still hang out." He assured me.
"Not really." I muttered.
Then he glanced down at his phone,"Drew just texted me,I gotta go."
I nodded,and made sure he left.
Then I muttered under my breath,"What a lame excuse."
He had pretended his friend texted him,so he could leave! And he also knew I hated Drew. What a jerk! I stood up,and stomped home. As I walked in my mom looked away from the T.V. and asked:
"Finished reading?"
"Yeah." I lied.
My mom would make a huge deal about it,and probably even call Aiden's mom. Typically what moms do. I ran upstairs,and shut the door. I locked it. I lied down on my bed excited,but then the memory struck my head of when my mom took away my diary. I continued to lay there,wondering what I could do to kill time. Then I remembered our math teacher had loaded us with homework. I pulled out my backpack,and a pencil. I started working.
1) 1,5 = f ( t ) =2,70 - ( 1- e - 0,021-e)
......I should've listened to my teacher,when she was talking about this in class. I placed my HW on the floor,and stood up. I pulled out my phone from my drawer. I hardly ever used it,but I brought up Aiden in my contacts,and sent him a text:
Emily~Why'd you have to leave!That was such a lame excuse!And you know I hate Drew!
I stared at my screen for a while,then finally put the phone down. I'm not gonna be like one of those girls in movies who sit for hours,and hours,and weeks,and months,then years waiting for a boy to respond to their text. But in a couple of seconds my phone beeped. I picked it up,and read the message:
Aiden~You were putting way too much pressure on me!And Drew was just the first name that came to my mind!
My fingers glided over the keypad,to respond:
Emily~But you did abandon me!You left me!
This time he didn't respond as quick. I could imagine him hesitating,and repeatedly erasing what he wrote before. But finally I received the message:
Aiden~Emily,you know I........I........
He had now found a way to stutter in a text.
Emily~I know that you what?Hate me?
Aiden~Emily,I don't hate you......I want to tell you,but I'll have to say it in person....and I'm just not ready for it.
Emily~Are you gonna propose or something?Just text me it already!
Aiden~........Goodbye Emily......
Emily~Aiden!This isn't over!Don't leave me.....not again!
He didn't respond after that. But my text was checked off as read.
"Aiden!" I yelled.
I was hurt,angry,and sad at the same time. So many mixed feeling,I couldn't take this all. I buried my face into my pillow. Tears flowed from my eyes. I've never felt like this before. And the worst part about it was:.....A boy made me feel this way. My pillow was getting soaked,then I heard a soft knock on the door.
"Come in." I called.
My mom opened the door,and sat on my bed.
"Are you alright?" She asked.
But the real question was how did she get in?I was pretty sure I locked the door.
"Sweetheart,what's wrong?" She asked again.
I lifted my face from the pillow. She gasped when she saw my red cheeks,and watery eyes. She grabbed my hand.
"Who did this to you?I'll press charges!" My mom said.
"Woah!Relax mom!No need to press charges that's going way too far!" I yelled.
But she smiled,"Sky's the limit for you sweetheart."
I looked at her,it was good she was only calling me 1 name. She was in a good mood unless she would be calling me sweetie,then baby,then honey,then sweetheart,etc.
So I started telling her the story,and left out major important details...like the name Aiden.