My Diary

Sept. 12.

I just got this diary today for my seventeenth birthday. My dad told me to write in it and it would become my best friend. I guess I wanted to see if he was right, so here I am writing. I guess first I’ll tell you about myself.
My name is Courtney Roberts. I am your average, shy girl. I have shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes.
The things I do the most are study and listen to my ipod. I get good grades in school. I guess it is because I study so much. I don’t really have any friends so I study a lot.
I live with my dad. My mom died when I was six. My dad tries but I’m pretty lonely but I get by.

Sept 13.

Well, today was interesting. It started out like every other morning. I woke up to an empty house, and ate a bowl of cereal. I drove to school like every other day. It wasn’t quite time for class so I sat in my car. Suddenly I hear a thud on my window and I see the back of someone’s head. I scream. He stands back up only to be punched again. After that the guy ran away. I looked out the window. There stood a guy with dark black hair. He wore a black hoodie and ripped black jeans. His face nearly scared me to death. He seemed like an animal. His head turned to look at me and I froze. My mouth dropped and we just stared at each other.
After what seemed like forever he yelled “What you #@!#! Lookin at?”
I shrunk back like a frightened animal. He glared and walked away. I was almost to afraid to get out of my car but I couldn’t be late for school. So I walked as fast as I could to class. The next few hours were boring classes. So I am relaxed as I walk into the lunch room. I get a salad and head outside to sit under the tree I always eat under. I’m humming as I walk then I stop right where I am. That same boy is sitting underneath MY tree. I immediately turn around. I don’t want him to catch me starring. I made my way to the lunchroom and sit alone. I couldn’t eat because my head started hurting from the noise. So my next class in history. I am the first person there. I sit and gradually the class filled until there was one seat left. That seat was beside me. The bell rang and I was relieved but THAT boy rushed in and took the seat. I looked straight ahead but occasionally glanced at him.
“Good afternoon Class. Mr. Blake Marshal, it’s nice to have you” He indicated the boy beside me. “So, class, let’s start out with your project. For the next few weeks you and a partner are going to be making a time line of what we study.”
I cringed. I hated projects. I always ended up doing all the work, which was actually okay with me. It was the beginning when my partner actually tried that was hard.
“So the partners are Tiffany and Greg, Logan and Tabatha, Courtney and Blake…”
That was all I heard that class. I began having horrible daydreams of what might happen to me if I was alone with him. I would probably end up dead. I would probably not even have a funeral. If I did no one would come but my dad. He might not…”
“Miss. Roberts?” the teacher asked.
“What? I mean yes sir?” I responded softly.
“The answer” he said.
I was silent.
“I’m surprised. This isn’t like you.”
After class I hurried out. I had to think before I talked to Blake.



Sept. 15

Okay. So I didn’t write yesterday. I was really tired last night but today is worth writing about. Today started out like any other Friday. My morning classes were the same. So I get my daily salad like every other day. I walk out to my tree and sit down. It completely blows my mind that I have had to sit inside for the past two days because Blake was sitting out here.
I was picking at my salad when I heard a voice say “What are you doing out here?”
“I always sit here,” I responded not looking up.
“You didn’t yesterday,” the voice said. I gulped as I figured out who it was. I glanced up and it was Blake. “Well, I use to sit here” I say in a barely audible whisper. He just stared at me. I was beginning to be afraid he was going to attack me right there in the schoolyard but he didn’t. He just stood there until he plopped down on the ground beside me. I felt my heart start pounding. We sat in silence. All I heard from him was the crunching of his food. So I decided it was now or never to talk to Blake about the project.
“So about the project for history…” I started. He looked at me for a second the looked down. So I continued “Do you want to start tomorrow? We can meet at the library or… my house.”
Again, he looked up and didn’t say anything. He finally put his sandwich down and said “Tomorrow is good. Is one good? Where is your house?”
Why did he have to say my house?
I nodded; I pulled out a piece of paper and pencil from my bag and wrote down the directions. It wasn’t hard to find. He took the paper, folded it, and put it in his pocket.
“Well…I’m going to class. So, um, bye” I mumbled awkwardly. I literally ran back inside.
So now, tomorrow I have to work on a project with Blake, Alone, in my house.



Sept. 16.

I’m sure you are just dying to find out how today went. Well, guess what? I’m going to tell you.
I woke up at 5 a.m. I couldn’t sleep last night. I had nightmares. I went into the kitchen and was surprised to see my dad drinking coffee.
He looked at me and said “Hi honey, what are you doing up this early?”
“I couldn’t sleep” I went over and gave him a hug then went to the fridge and poured some juice. “I’m having company over this afternoon.”
“Oh really?” he looked surprised. “Who is it?”
“Just my history project partner” I replied.
“Oh, have fun” he said, kissed my forehead, and said as he was walking away “I’m off to work.”
So again, I was alone. I ate breakfast slowly. I did random things to try to keep busy. I cleaned up a bit, read, set out the things we would need for the project, then took a shower. As I walked back into my room, I began thinking of what I would wear. I chose jeans and a cute blouse. I began fixing my hair and makeup. I realized I was taking a long time on it. It just wasn’t normal. What was going on with me?
I was sitting in the living room, when the doorbell rang, surprisingly right on time. I took a deep breath as I got up to open the door. There Blake stood. He wore a white t-shirt and black jeans. His hair looked really hot.
Wait why did I just write that?
“Courtney?” he asked.
“Huh? Oh yeah come in” I quickly said. “So you found my house, I see.”
“Yeah, it wasn’t hard” he responded.
“So…I put the stuff for our project in here” I said walking to the couch. He followed and sat in a chair.

I’ll skip the boring project details but I will tell you I was actually impressed by his knowledge and how he actually helped. We were done with the first part in less than hour.
“Do you have anything to eat?” he asked randomly.
“Um, yes. Come with me” I said and led him to the kitchen. “What do you want?”
“Whatever” was his answer.
“Is pizza good?” I asked.
“Sure” he said.
I put a frozen pizza into the oven.
“Do want something to drink?” I asked.
“Sure” he answered yet again.
“Is coke good?”
He nodded. I handed him a can. We sat at the kitchen table in silence sipping our drinks. I got up as soon as the timer went off. I got paper plates and put pizza on them. We ate in silence as well but it was okay. I liked watching him eat and boy, did he eat a lot.
“Thanks for the pizza” he said when he had finished. “I guess I should be going”
“You don’t have to” I said out of no where.
I don’t know why I said that.
“Are you sure” he asked looking right into my eyes making me look down and blush. I nodded my head.
“Okay, so what do you want to do?” he asked.
“Do you want to play a board game?” He looked skeptical but nodded. I got out monopoly. After the first few minutes we were laughing and talking the whole time.
We had started out on opposite sides of the couch but when the game was over we were touching.
“I really should be going now” he said giving me a teasing smile.
“Okay” I said. We both stood and he left. I started writing as soon as he was out the door. I know this is totally different from the way I felt this morning but now I can’t wait to see him again.
Sept. 18.


Today is Monday. I am kinda excited. I really can’t wait to see Blake. UI know I sound like some love-struck teenager but I’m not. I just really like him. I’ll write after school today!

Later Sept. 18.

Correction. I HATE BLAKE MARSHAL.

When I got to school I looked everywhere for him. I looked for him all morning. No sign of him. I eat lunch under my tree and go through the rest or school slightly depressed. So after school I go to the grocery store. I have to get some things that we are out of. I finish my shopping and head outside. I walk to my car then drop my groceries. I see a guy trying to break into my car. I don’t know what to do. So I finally press the alarm button on my keys. The guy jumps and my mouth drops when I see his face. It’s BLAKE!
“Blake” I scream.
He glances at me before taking off. I throw my groceries in the car and run after him. He is really fast but I keep him in sight. He stops running on a scary looking street. I quietly sneak up behind him.
“Blake” I say angrily. “What were you doing back there?”
He looks surprised to see me. I can see his muscles tighten and his jaw clench. Little drops of sweat form on his forehead.
“What are you talking about?” he says calmly.
“At my car” I say my voice growing louder.
“I don’t know what your talking about” he said with a blank expression.
“I followed you here, Blake.”
“Look, Catherine…”
“It’s Courtney,” I say in disbelief.
“Okay Courtney, just f*#$% leave me alone” his voice grew angry.
I started shaking “but what about our project.”
“I don’t care. Just go away” he yelled.
Tears started to stream down my cheek as I whispered “I hate you.” I began to walk back to the store but I called “Don’t get near my car again.”
“What you gonna do about it” he yelled back.

Now you know why I hate Blake Marshal.