Now Or Then
When you say "now" you mean at that moment, but when it's said, it becomes "then." "Now" loses its meaning if it's said since "now" becomes history and turns into "then." Now, I'm writing from the present, but also from the past from your prospective. But everything becomes apart of the past eventually right? This part of my diary is written now, but riped and taped into "then." Or what we are going to call the beginning of the end.
From the second of what I call "chapters" all the way to the last one you are going to read what I have long destined. The story of Lillie, my adventure, and my friend Avery, and her whereabouts. But it couldn't have been just that simple right? Well, luckily for you, the intended reader, it wasn't, not as simple as I thought it could have been. Why are you the intended reader you said? Well out of the billions of people who could have pick this diary up, or the numerous amounts of trash cans this could have been dumped into, it landed in your hands. I just hope you care even just the slightest amount to read past this introduction. And how did I know you were wondering why you were the intended one? I don't! I'm writing to no one but myself right now, with only the intent of getting this out to someone. No. Not someone. You. There's no doubt in my mind that you are the one who will listen to what I have to say.
Enough of that though, you are probably still confused on what you are about to embark on. I made a promise to myself that once I finally became an adult I will personally go and attempt to "execute a rescue mission" on my old friend. She isn't being kept hostage or anything, actually I don't know... Stop judging. Anyway, I haven't seen her since we finished middle school. Her and I were a match made in heaven. We have been friends since before I can even remember and when she told me her and her mom were moving away I blew it off like it was nothing. We always joked around about everything but when our friendship was at risk I just, blew her off. I will never forget the face she had when she told me and I didn't listen. I didn't know the face of traumatization untill I saw her that day. I didn't find out the truth until my teacher at the time removed her off the attendance sheet. I was left staring at a blurry wall while I tried to imagine the situation. I tried messaging her on everything we had each other added on but none of them went though, or her accounts were deleted.
School, and just life in general, weren't the same. I had just lost someone who meant the world to me. Not only that but I just thought of it as nothing, like it was a prank. I didn't even get to say goodbye, or ask where she was going, or anything! My first year in high school was nothing but an empty blur of a year that carried the darkest cloud over it. Once sophomore year started, and I began to find myself again, I promised myself that once I finish school I was going to find her myself. I didn't care about the consequences or the outcome, I just wanted to see her one more time.
And now that the setup is done you're basically caught up now right? The story is going actually to start now at what would have been the beginning if I didn't think to tape in this part at the last second. Before I set it away for someone. No. For you. Now I should get back to unpacking my suitcase.
