May 31st 2019
Monday monday monday...
I hate you as much as I hate myself.
At least, I had art class. With Carlos.
Carlos is very good at drawing. He's a realist. I've seen a few of the portraits he's done.
He's drawn all sorts of celebrities and they're all spot on.
"I'd draw you." He told me. I smiled.
"I'm not really the girl you'd wanna draw. All the girl's you've drawn before are gorgeous."
"You are too, Kendra."
He called me gorgeous.
Me. Gorgeous.
It's the first time anyone has called me gorgeous.
And it's from Carlos. The boy that makes my heart melt.
As art was finishing, you fell out of my bag.
A bright pink book with the word Dioré on it fell out of my school bag.
"do you not know how to spell Diary?"
"I wrote that when I was six"
"have you been writing in it since you were six?"
"only started."
"I like that, Dioré. Sounds fancy."
I giggled, knowing that that's why I kept calling you dioré, because its fancy.
Then Carlos & I ate lunch together. Went to the computer lab to play games.
I heard him laugh for the first time & saw him smile for the first time.
He never does any of those things. He's always down and depressed....
I made him smile and laugh.
It's quite beautiful
First day of June tomorrow, New Month New Me.
Or same old Kendra... guess we'll see
- Kendra
YOU ARE READING
Dear Dioré
Teen Fiction"do you not know how to spell Diary?" "I wrote that when I was six" "have you been writing in it since you were six?" "only started."
