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Diary: 002 The Visitor It's been four weeks sense my brother left in early spring. On my way to school I noticed nothing different, but when I got into class "late as usual" I noticed a new kid introducing himself to the class. At first he was going to sit behind me but he moved over to the empty seat to the left of me. He was quite keeping to himself. I was so excited. This was such a good windfall.
I was too shy to say anything to him at first. I was frugal about what my first word would be. After thinking about it for awhile I asked the simplest question I could think of "how old are you"? He looked over and quietly said "I'm eight and a half, how old are you"? I told him "I turned eight last winter". But I soon ruined it. I made fun of him liking school. Then it was on, we were at each other's throats!
As I was walking home I felt bad about the argument. I decided that I'll take t
Diary: 001 Melancholy This is a memory of some events that has happened during my life. At the beginning of this "diary" I was eight years old, and by the end I was in my twenties. No names including my own will be mentioned, when you think about it names mean nothing call any character in this story whatever you want. I'm not going to tell you all about my early life. Let's start out in the early spring not long after my eighth birthday in the late winter.
I sat in class today listing to my teacher talk. I ended up daydreaming about my older brother, who left to the city for high school. It sucks even more because my brother was the only friend I had here at our small school.
I was waked up by my teacher smacking me upside the head. I guess I vexed her by day dreaming all class period. The bell rang giving us freedom from the prison called school.
As I started walking home I went off the path. I stopped at the top of the hill that is over top of our little vi
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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