I have currently finished high school, finishing 4th in my class. I strive for the best I can do and I am always proud of my accomplishments. I am scheduled to leave for college in 3 weeks, so I began to pack.
I started by going to my childhood house, to get any old belongings I still had any sentimental attachment to. I started by searching through my closet, and gradually moved over to my bed. I shoved my hand underneath. Nothing but dusty old board games, and chewed up action figures, courtesy of my dog.
Just as I was about to shift over to my dresser, I felt something land on my hand. I felt around blindly, until I finally got a hold of it. It revealed itself to be an old gem of my childhood I instantly recognized. My old diary. Now I understand for a guy, a diary is kind of girly, but I was only about 7, and the whole idea seemed really cool back then.
It was pocket sized, and I remember taking it everywhere I went. The memories came flowing back to me as I flipped through each, old dusty book page.
It was average 7 year old stuff: I got to go to the treasure box today, I kicked the farthest in kickball, normal stuff like that. It all seemed normal until after I recorded that my mom had gotten a new job, and wasn’t going to be home as much. I had to stay with friends or nearby relatives. With my dad gone, my mom had been working harder than ever to keep us off the street.
Here are the entries when things began to get weird.
March 3rd, 2003 Mom said she can’t pick me up from school tomorrow. She said our neighbor, Mr. Johnson, would be picking me up instead. I hope he is cool.
March 4th, 2003 Mr. Johnson is picking me up from school today. I am supposed to stay at his house until mommy gets home later. I hope he has fun games to play.
March 4th, Entry 2 School today was fun! I got to go to the treasure box with the tickets I had gotten over the week. I was able to show off the starter phone my mom had gotten me for emergencies. She had to work a lot more now, with daddy gone, and she said this way we could always talk to each other. I am sitting in the car loop waiting for Mr. Johnson right now. I hope he is nice.
March 4th Entry 3 Mr. Johnson just picked me up. I climbed into the backseat. He looks like a pretty nice man. Mommy told me to call her once I reached Mr. Johnson’s house. He asked me how my day was, and I told him everything that happened. He seemed happy. March 4th, 4th entry
Mr. Johnson just stopped at the gas station. I’m waiting in the car for him. He said he won’t be long.
March 4th, 5th entry Me and Mr. Johnson have been singing songs. I had not gotten to Mr. Johnson’s house yet, but decided to call mommy to say how much fun I was having. She answered in high spirits, happy to hear from me. I told her everything and she said that it sounded wonderful. She asked to talk to Mr. Johnson. I gave him the phone. As they talked, Mr. Johnson remained calm, but on the other end I could hear my mother’s screams. It sounded like she was screaming something about Mr. Johnson, but I didn’t fully hear because Mr. Johnson closed my flip phone, and swiftly handed it back to me. Why was my mom screaming like that? And why did we just drive past my neighborhood?
That is the last entry I can manage to read for now. The dust from flipping each page is really making my allergies react. I will post more as I read more. Until next time.