Hey everybody! This is my first story, so I would like for you to give me advice and tips if you don't mind! But, please don't be too harsh! Thank you!
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My name in Lonarosa Saltory, but my friends call me Rosa. I'm 15 years old with a huge imagination and a heart the size of Jupiter. But I'm not saying that in a bragging kind of way. I was brought upon this wonderful world in the year of 1995, April second to be exact. I was twenty-one inches long and 8 pounds heavy. Some say I came out as a non-judgmental, caring baby--which I tend to believe. I was always a gentle baby to everyone. Everyone except Koby Marshall. I just flat out didn’t like the guy. Every time anyone asked him if he wanted to hold me, he always sneered and rejected the invitation. How do I remember you ask? Oh, I don’t. My parents have told me, my cousins have told me, and there are tapes to prove their statements. Oh yes, old Koby doing his “reject and sneer” was caught on tape. That guy makes me cringe.
Koby Marshall lives three houses down from me and my parents. He lives with his mother, Teresa Marshall, in a two-story house with a beautiful garden full of purple lillies--and he is thirty-three years old. I don't really like to speak bad about others, but I think that is a little unnatural. Our neighborhood is really close together, so we all see eachother pretty regularly. Everytime I see him, especially when I'm with my parents, he always puts on a toothy grin and attempts to say hello. It irks me terribly.
I live in a tiny town called Goshea, Alabama. Population--three hundred and one. Everybody knows everybody. Now, as for liking each other, that’s a completely different story. Since we are such a miniscule town, there is always the whole “he said, she said” ordeal. Now, I don’t know about you, but when this starts coming about, there really isn’t anything I favor about it. So I made myself a little hiding spot for when fights start to disperse. I like to call it “Rosa Garden“. See what I did there?
I consider Rosa Garden my getaway from the world. When you walk out of the back door to my house, there is an underground pool. If you glance to the right, you'll see my father's vegetable garden. But what most people don't realize, is that there is a very small green house one hundred or so yards to left of that veggie garden. That is my Rosa Garden. Most people do not notice it's there because it is hidden inside a circle of gigantic old oak trees. Inside, there are three rows of wild flowers on each wall. There are all different assortments of colors--just about every flourescent color there is. On each end there is about three feet of wall left for me. There is a tiny couch chair in the corner next to the door, and across the house on the other wall is a tiny bookshelf I took from my room. I have several old books of mine resting upon it's shelves. Right outside of the door is a small stump, blackening and beginning to fall apart. Right inside the middle of it is a little whole, where I hide my diary, everyday. No one would ever think to look there. I think it's pretty clever.
To make you have a clearer idea of what Rosa Garden is to me, I'll let you look at one of my old diary entries. I was about eleven at the time, so that puts it around the year of 2005. Take a look.
June 15, 2005
Dear Diary,
Rosa here. It‘s been another dramatic day. Since you are the only friend in walking distance, I must confide in you. Koby is going psycho these days. We were eating dinner in the dining room early today, and just having our usual daily chat. Momma was going on about how Mr. Buttons, our crazy dog, had been eating her squash in the garden. Whenever she began describing her plan to get our dog to stop eating all of her tasteful squash, weird ole Koby came rushing into our kitchen. Before I knew it he was grabbing up all of our food. He stuffed cornbread in his pants, chicken in his shirt and Lord knows what else went other places. He finally grabbed the tea pitcher obviously thinking he was going to get away with it. Daddy wasn’t going to let that happen. He snatched Koby’s arm and food went flying EVERYWHERE. I got freaked out and ran to where I am now--Rosa Garden. I have no clue as to what might be happening at the moment, but when I left things were pretty hectic. Now I'm just sitting in this smelly old couch chair. I'm thinking of spraying some air-freshener around here.
We’ve always thought that there was something wrong with Koby. Everyone’s said he might have a mental disability. Now, I don’t have any kind of problem with mental people. I think they are cute. But Koby needs to calm himself or at least get help.
OH, they are coming this way! I’m hiding you back in the stump. I've gotta get out of here before they see me coming out of here. I’ll explain in more detail later!!
Yours always,
Rosa
No matter how many times I wrote about Koby in my diary, I just didn’t feel relieved. Even then, I realized something was wrong with him. Even then, I knew something was wrong with his mind. But I was merely a child and no one would believe me even if I got on my knees and ate dirt just so anyone would look into it. I mean really. He came into our house and stole our dinner, when we were eating it! Something wasn’t right, and I was going to find out what. To this day, I still haven’t.
CHAPTER 2: First Time for Everything
My friends and I aren’t exactly what you might consider popular. I know I’m going way off the subject of Koby, but I think this is something you need to know. There are four of us. Me, Tully Marlub, Jenson Strout, Rochelle Grate and Lanny Drat. Tully and I are best friends and Jenson and Lanny are best friends. Don’t get me wrong, I mean we are all like gum stuck to one shoe. But before we became a group of four, that’s just how it was. Then we kind of just became one big group. We are freshmen at Goshea High. There are only about 300 kids at the school, but everyone is pretty regular.
There really isn’t a lot of drama between us four, but when it hits, it hits HARD. I’m going to keep giving you diary entries, because it helps explain things a little better. Our high school is seventh through twelfth grade, so you can imagine the way we felt when we first entered as “underclassmen”. We had a lot of pressure on us, which made the drama level even higher. This was in the year of 2007.
August 28th, 2007
Dear Diary,
I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS HAS HAPPENED. Our first real dramatic fight. Tully and I were walking to the break shack at break to get ourselves some chips. Jenson and Lanny were standing over next to the door to the math building. We were planning on meeting up in the middle of campus right when the bell to second block rang. That is not what happened. At all. What so ever. So, this is what happened.
After Tully and I left the shack, we went and stood in the middle of the campus so we wouldn’t have to rush to get there after the bell. Five minutes later, the second bell rang. No problem, right? Wrong. We see Lanny and Jenson walking to class, Jenson giving us a really weird look. We had library next block, so we’d all have a chance to talk as our teacher is really lenient. So, we get in the room, spot the girls, and head their way. Only, they see us coming and head a different direction. I yell Lanny’s name, and she stops. Okay, this is better. I thought. Well she starts walking our way, but Jenson stays put. I set my books and my bag down, march over to her, grab her arm, and pull her over to where we are.
We all sat around a circular table, looking at eachother. We sat there in silence, staring at eachother. I hate silence, so I decided to break the ice. “What’s going on Jenson?” I asked.
“Like you don’t already know,” she smarted.
“What are you talking about?” Tully and I grieved in unison.
“You two have been talking about me, and I do not like it. Lanny said that some random girl came up and was all, ‘Rosa and Tully are talking about your friend, Jenson. Just thought you should know!’ and walked off.”
“She was lying,” I stated firmly.
“Do you even know the girl, Lanny?” Tully stated with a sense of authority.
“Uhm, no.” Lanny replied.
“Exactly,” Tully and I said with anger.
After this Tully and I both stood up and stormed into a row of books. I haven’t talked to Lanny or Jenson since, and I’m eager to see what’s going to happen tomorrow.
Well, I’ve gotta go home, it’s supper time.
Yours truly,
Rosa
