5/19/08
007 – Days
January 25, 2086
I got an 89 on my Algebra test today. Mrs. Todd says there was going to be a five point curve, but everyone did well enough without it. I wish she had kept it. It would have been my first A this year. I swear, the first A I get, I am going to frame and hang up over my bed. Mom and Dad would freak out when they got home.
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January 26, 2086
Ashley was arrested today. They came right into the classroom and dragged her off. I won twenty bucks in a bet with Jack. I told him they’d find out about her. She’s been selling dope behind the dumpster for three months.
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January 28, 2086
I got a phone call from Mom today. I was at school, so she left a message. She still doesn’t remember about the time zone thing. It was all scratchy and I could barely hear some of it, but it was nice to hear from her.
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January 29, 2086
I’ve got a few minutes before school. The new bus driver is probably lost again. Our school still hasn’t bought the smart buses.
I miss Mom and Dad. I really do. I remember when they first were called up. I though it was unfair, that I was the only kid in the neighborhood to have both my parents drafted. It’s ‘cause Susan was legally an adult and I’m only a year away. I feel bad for Susan. She has to wait a year to start college because of me. If Mom hadn’t signed up for the reserves, this wouldn’t have happened.
Bus is here. Gotta go.
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February 2, 2086
Michael asked me to the Valentine’s Day Dance!
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February 3, 2086
I just wish everyone would stop fighting. With the war, the kids at school, and me and Susan, I just feel like we’re all going to tear ourselves apart.
Later…
Susan’s got a stomach bug and is throwing up in the bathroom. I feel bad for yelling at her earlier. I guess I’ll make dinner tonight. Too bad she can’t eat it. Hopefully Dad will call tonight.
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Journaling from the point of view of a character is quite interesting. You have to put enough information into the entry to tell a story, whereas in my own journaling, it is usually just blah. If anyone read my journal, they wouldn't be able to tell a story, but they'd have a lot of randomness. I very rarely write about what has happened in my day in my journal, so this was a strange exercise for me.
