Dear Diary
It’s amazing! When I went into the camp there loads of people here from ten years ago. I even met up with my old group of friends; Chloe, Forrest and Dylan. Although they aren’t quite the same as back then...
A fight broke out in the dining room between Forrest and Chloe. It looked like Chloe was going to pummel him for sure. It wasn’t like her. At least I don’t recall Chloe starting fights ten years ago. I didn’t even think she was the kind of person who would get anywhere near a fight. Then again, she hardly seems like the girl I once knew. We used to get along so well. Now she’s all break that rule, punch that guy, ignore any authoritative figure completely and do her own thing. I can’t really relate that well. I mean, I like to think I could break any rule and do whatever I want, but I know it’s wrong and that’s what holds me back.
Dylan doesn’t seem much different to me actually. He’s still quiet, concentrative, calculating Dylan. He’s just grown up now... and probably way more intelligent.
Forrest... Where do I begin to explain Forrest? He’s... Not Forrest. Or at least you could say he’s not the Forrest he used to be. It hurts to look at him, to see him like this. He looks so distant at times. Trapped inside himself, an internal conflict. I wonder where his mind wanders. I wonder if it’s all because of me, because of what I did... It’s even worse because he can’t remember. I thought that perhaps he would be mad, or upset, or ... something! He doesn’t even remember and that’s why it hurts. I did this to him. But what did I do? That is to say, how did it affect him really? What frustrates me are these vague memories. I can barely say what happened. I saw it coming and Forrest was there... How could I be so self centred? So selfish! I really don’t want to think about it, otherwise I couldn’t live with myself. Who in their right mind uses a friend as a shield and gets away with it! That night... The screams... I wish he could remember! I wish he was mad! I wish he would just slap me or hit me or something ‘cause I don’t think I can handle this anymore. I was able to forget back in Plotovesus but now, being around him every day now. I just can’t handle it! I CAN’T!
Dear Diary
I’m a little worried about Chloe. It’s like the middle of the night, I just woke up and she’s not in her bed. She must have gone out deliberately. Just to prove no rule could hold her down. How I so wish I could just break the rule and step outside at night. Perhaps then I could see what she’s up to. I mean, going outside just to break a rule is one thing, but what is she actually doing out there? What is there to do at this time of night? A night hike? But isn’t that a bit boring when you’re by yourself? Wait...
Chloe just came back. She’s acting kind of strange. She’s definitely shaken up about something but she won’t tell me what. She just snaps back at me... I feel sorry for her, trying to keep up her tough girl act with such a shaky voice. It just doesn’t work. She’s practically on the verge of tears. Well she’s in bed facing the wall now so I wouldn’t be able to tell if she’s crying or not. Should I go over to her? Perhaps I should just let her sleep... I wonder what happened out there? Is it normal for her to be like this at night? Is this just her routine time to let her true emotions out? I guess everyone needs a time when they can cry... From what I’ve heard about Gotums I wouldn’t blame her for being a bit defensive.
Enough about Chloe. I definitely think there are a plethora of strange things going on around this camp. I don’t want to say for sure, I’ll probably regret writing it on paper as hard evidence, lol. For a moment earlier, at the camp meeting when I was sitting between Forrest and Chloe I thought I heard something... Well of course I heard something, there was the meeting, I have ears, I can hear... But. Hmm... I was sure I heard Forrest talk to someone for a moment. There was no one there. I didn’t hear any other voices. Just Forrest, seemingly angry. I looked at Forrest, his hazy eyes just staring at the announcer at the front. There was no way he just spoke. Well that was my crazy pill for the day... Though, with Chloe acting so strange I guess I had a double dose. I hope tomorrow goes better. I don’t think I could handle an elongated time of crazy.
Anyways, just forget it, it’s stupid anyway... I’m going back to sleep.
Dear Diary
It’s HORRIBLE! I can’t believe this is happening. I thought that people at camp were nice! I thought for once I could trust people! How did it end up like this? I must have been to do with the notice I put on the notice board yesterday... All I wrote was:
Dear Campmates,
Due to terribly unfortunate circumstances I have been left stranded at camp with no car, no money and barely a change of clothes. To any of the girls out there that would willing help out fellow girl in need, please donate spare clothes and underwear to dorm room 3-A. You’re contributions are much appreciated.
Mary J.
I didn’t see anything wrong with that! I mean, I did manage to get some pj’s from someone before bedtime last night. However everything is useless now. I have nothing. I thought I had nothing before. Now I have nothing x2... or is it -2? Whatever is worse because... I have nothing but you diary.
Where was Chloe when I needed her? Crying in her bed? Ignoring me? Sleeping? Or was she the mastermind behind all this? No... I think I know who it was. Truthfully I’d forgotten about her. Jaclyn. Nemesis. Surely she did this. It could only be her, all because ten years ago I accidently tripped her in the dining hall... I did feel sorry for her getting all that meatloaf smothered on her face, the sauces staining down her dress; the laughing stock of the whole camp for a week. She swore she’d get me back. When I least expected it. Surely she did. Not back then. I considered myself lucky when I left camp without dent in my reputation. Not a scratch on my face. Not a stain on my clothes...
I think if I wrote about my current situation I’d have to burn you diary. I’m sorry. It’s just, if someone managed to use this against me in future I wouldn’t forgive myself... But I guess there’s no way out of this without the whole camp finding out anyway. I bet they’re all back there laughing about me behind my back. How they know about this already? I bet Jaclyn gloating all over the camp site.
This is inhuman, I’m freezing out here. She could have at least left me with a sheet. I don’t even know how it was possible to drag me out here with me waking up. I guess it was a big day yesterday. I would have been sleeping like a log. Still. Okay. Sorry diary if I burn you later for writing this but... I have to say it. This is just too upsetting not to tell you, diary. When I woke up... I don’t know where I am. There’s trees, trees, and more trees. Maybe the campsite is through the trees... towards... the flag... pole... That’s no flag on the flag pole. They’re not even by pyjamas! I was just borrowing them. Well I guess that rules out finding my pyjamas nearby before returning to camp in my UNDERWEAR! This is so embarrassing. I could just roll over and die. Please just let me die here.
Oh, no. Please no. I think I can hear someone coming. It’s probably Jaclyn coming back for more. Is she going to drag me back into camp? I’d better go hide.
Dear Diary
I hope I’m not blushing. It was Forrest to the rescue... or perhaps it was just circumstantial. Anyway, Forrest appeared out there, in the forest. Still hiding, I called out to him. He was nice enough to pass me his jacket before I came out of hiding. He helped sneak me back to our dorm room. Now here I am sitting on my bed... sand under the sheets. I’ll get that Jaclyn if it’s the last think I do.
Back to Forrest. He’s gone now, but earlier in the forest. I think something strange happened again. When I was putting on his jacket I heard him say “Shut up!” But I wasn’t talking... I asked him what he was going on about. He looked at me blankly and denied saying anything. On the way back I thought I heard him mumble something, but I decided not to make a deal out of it.
I have such conflicting emotions! I mean, I’m angry, sorry and thankful towards Forrest. It’s frustrating. I almost feel like hitting him myself. Not that it would affect him much. Perhaps I should get Chloe to do it for me. Speaking of Chloe, I wonder where she is now. I haven’t seen Dylan much either. He’s always on his computer or has his nose in a book... books with oddest titles. There’s book seemingly stashed under his pillow titled ‘Fruits Rare Ubiquity into Time’. I mean, what’s that supposed to mean? I can’t even start to think what it would be about. It’s probably a fantasy novel, one of his only escapes from reality. I think once I’ve found some clothes I might go look for him. Sure Jaclyn made all my belonging disappear, but Chloe and I are practically the same size. Bet you didn’t think of that did you, Jaclyn? Ha.
... I’d better get dressed quick. There was just an announcement on the speaker to congregate for another quick meeting in ten minutes. I have to hide you well diary... and I hope my pyjamas aren’t still up the flag pole.
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