Saturday, February 14 2010

Today is the dance. I hope pray that Caleb won't be at the dance. If he sees me flirting with that many guys, I'm afraid that boy will lose his mind! It scares me to think that he knew where my mom and I had gone. My question is: how? Old school records, that sent my C- work to South Hill Springs? Mom's old job at the paper company knew where we had gone, they relocated her to the plant in Jamestown, about 12 miles from South Hill Springs. The only other person I'd told was Brody. Oh, God. Brody. Brody told! I have to get ready for the dance, but Brody! What had made Brody tell? Caleb's strong, stronger than he looks. And he's big. Caleb is 6'4", and about 250 pounds. And Brody was short, fast. A running back on the football team in our freshman year, but he did modified track the year before. God, what about Brody? I never really liked him. Ever. But, hey, he wasn't so bad. And it's not like I want to see him hurt, you know? God, now maybe I'm too lonely. Writing to this little red pleather book, pretending that it can give advice, using "God" way too much. What if a crisis happens tomorrow, and I keep writing in this thing, and they find it like Anne Frank and then the whole world will know all my secrets. I think I'm going to fake a stomach bug. I don't want to take the risk that Caleb might be there. So, I have to fake liking CSI:Miami. Well, I actually like it, but it just isn't the right mood for me now. What with Caleb, and everything. Oh, well.