Dear diary, Saturday
As I lay down in my bed I can't stop thinking about the boy I met yesterday. The boy that would exchange looks with me, the boy named Justin. The boy that corrected the teacher and said he would prefer to be called Jc. I sit here and wonder if I should attempt to become friends, or should I just remain without any and play it safe.
I got out out bed, took a quick shower, threw on a pair of jeans and an oversized sweater, put my brown uggs on and went down stairs because I was tired of being upstairs in my room. I sat down on the couch and reached for the remote that was on the table across from a window. As I reached for the remote a familiar face from the neighbors house was talking to a camera. Jc? I had no idea he was my neighbor. then again I don't know half of my neighbors. I quickly closed the curtain and turned on the tv.
As I watched the pointless tv show that I've seen about one million times called "Keeping Up With The Kardashions" (KUWTK), I began to think of Jc again. Why would he be talking to a camera? He probably is doing something for a project. Will we talk again? Or will he just forget about me?
I returned to watching KUWTK.
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