Hey guys! You know on my last post, #1, where I had the scene with the abusive father? Forget about it. I cut out that whole scene and I'm going to do this whole short story in a diary.
So, if you don't like to read diary stories, sorry. But if you do, please read it! I really like it so far!
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2-14-08
I know that I just finished my entry for today, but I just wanted to add that Dad came home this afternoon completely drunk. I don’t know how he can stand living with himself! Ok, he usually just goes out with his friend, Timmy, for a quick drink at the pub, but this morning he and Timmy were on a race, it seemed. They must’ve chugged for hours…
I don’t think that he’ll ever be sober again.
Forever,
Emily
2-16-08
It would seem to me that this ‘Jesse Brandon’ had mysteriously vanished the day that he showed up. I mean, I went to school yesterday and asked everyone – even the freaking teachers! No one knew who he was. I even thought about venturing into the office to ask a secretary or someone if this kid even existed.
Oh, my gosh! That’s it! He doesn’t exist! Jesse Brandon must be a made up name! How come I’ve never noticed this before? The real person is hiding his real name! I have to tell Brittany about it.
I just flipped through my pages of this diary and I’ve noticed that I’ve never talked about Brittany… I guess I owe you an explanation.
I’ve known Brittany Allred for about… six years now. We met in third grade and we’ve been best friends up until ninth, which I’m in right now.
Well, getting back to Jesse… he’s a fake! A fraud! He could be anyone in the whole entire freaking school! What if he’s David Jones…? Do you think a jock like him would like me?
Forever,
Emily
2-17-08
Jesse, Jesse, Jesse. He’s all I can think about now! I mean, I still don’t know who he is… I wish someone would tell me. Even if the boy were as gross and smelly as Randy Kowski, I would still totally fall in love with him. No one has ever fallen in love with me… I wonder what it would be like to have a boyfriend…
We would go off on little dates. Yeah. That would be so cute. We could go down to the lake, even, and have a little picnic. That would be fantastic! What if he even kissed me? Oh, gosh. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about a boy before. Kissing sounds like a dream. I’ve got to try it someday.
I just need someone to kiss!
Forever,
Emily
2-19-08
Dad hurt me this morning. He hurt me so bad that I had to stay home from school. I’m sure… well, pretty sure that he didn’t mean to. He came home, drunk again, and he hurt me. For the first time ever, he actually hit me. I don’t know what to make of it. Dad isn’t an abusive guy! I’m sure it was all a mistake… it just… it’s sad to see alcohol do something like that. Why does he drink it? He says it dulls his pain. What pain? Probably the pain of my bloody mother. He always calls her bloody. I don’t know why.
I think I wrote about this a while back, but I can’t find it right now. My mom walked out on us a few years back. I don’t like talking about it…
I still don’t know who Jesse is. Or was. Maybe I never will. Maybe no one even likes me… it was probably just a big joke. I bet some idiot just sent me that rose to get my hopes up.
What a jerk. And I’m so gullible…
Forever,
Emily
2-20-08
Today was unbelievable! I swear! Okay, second period today (gym) I heard someone mention Jesse Brandon. I was so freaking shocked. I didn’t know what to do. I stared at the girl who said it and asked her if she knew who he was.
She told me it was a guy from a book. Tender Mercy by Renée Paulding.
And you know what the best part is? The book is a romance.
Forever,
Emily
2-22-08
I went to the local library today and checked out Tender Mercy. You know, just to see what is was like. And you know what?
I’m freaking in love with the book. I mean, I’ve never grown that attached to a book in my whole life. Okay, to make a long story short, Tender Mercy is about a girl in the nineteen hundreds who lived on a farm. She goes into town one day and sees a man named Jesse Brandon. The man is utterly adorable, and I can’t believe how well Renée pulled the story off.
I stopped reading just barely. I’m at the part where Tamera, the farm girl, is preparing a nice dinner for Jesse.
So, I’m guessing that the guy at school that likes me has to like Tender Mercy. I mean, who would name themselves after a fictional hottie and not like the book? That’s my first lead. Jesse must like the book.
How many guys can like a chick flick, though?
Forever,
Emily
2-30-08
It’s totally not my fault that I haven’t written in you for eight days. You can kill me, I don’t care.
My dad’s being a total piss off. I hate his guts! I just wish that he would freaking leave me alone for once in my life! He read this diary and he locked it up in his room. What kind of a parent would do that?
I was trying to get it back, but he locked his door and I could never get in. He was reading it aloud, and I just couldn’t help it. I was utterly embarrassed! He was reading my life…
After he had read the last entry, he tore all of my pages of scribblings out and turned them into shreds. I watched him, crying the whole time.
But I have you now. I’m not going to let my idiot dad take you again, okay?
And I still haven’t found out who Jess is… I don’t think any of the boys in my whole school like the book Tender Mercy. I finished it, by the way. It was a really sweet book. I love the ending. Tamera and Michael, Tamera’s father, were fighting over whether she should marry Clint Blackwater or Jesse Brandon. Tamera ends up running away with Jesse and they get married.
What a happy book. But I think it should be put under the ‘fairytale’ section. There are no such thing as a happy ending, is there?
Forever,
Emily
2-31-08
I feel like I’ve done the impossible. Hehe. I’ve done a mission: impossible. I went to the school library this morning and asked if anyone had checked out Tender Mercy.
The librarian must’ve been deaf or something because I had to tell her the title of the stupid book four times before she understood that it was “Tender” and not “Fender”. Stupid librarian. Get some hearing aids!
Anyway, after the “Fender” problem was solved, she said that both copies of the romance book were checked out.
When she told me that, I had butterflies in my stomach. They were squirming, trying to get out. I asked the librarian, “Do you know who they are checked out to?”
She said that she couldn’t tell me, but she could tell me when they were due. I groaned and shook my head. I’d have to wait for Mrs. Minson, the regular librarian, to help me. This freaking sub librarian wasn’t worth my spit.
Mrs. Minson is a kind old lady who fell and broke her hip. Ouch. I made her a get-well card, and she’s in the hospital. I don’t know when she’s coming back.
Crap… I think I hear Dad’s car pulling up. I bet you a million bucks he’s as drunk as ever.
Forever,
Emily
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