Lola. I haven't ব্যক্ত much about Lola. And now that she's gone, it's like . . . well, it's like I don't have to say anything about her. Like all the memories, great times, funny sayings that were made up along with her have now vanished. I didn't even go to her funeral. What kind of friend am I? How dissapointed her parents probably are of me. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, I'm too embarrassed to go over to their house and talk about their dead daughter. I don't know what I'd do if they came over here; What would I say? "I'm sorry about your daughter, my best friend. She was like a sister to me and now that she's gone. . ." What? I don't have any words to fill that void. It's like this; Because of Nick, I don't have to feel the real pain of Lola's absence. I can just সরানো on with my life even though she's booted out of hers. It's a cruel way to put it, but it's the only way I can. I did প্রণয় Lola, she was like a sister to me, but it's like having her out of my life is giving me another way to breathe easier. But, after saying that, it's not true; All my life is now, is dramatic scenes with Nick, no conversations with my parents, who before Nick came along, were very close to me; All my world has changed, all the straight A's, Girl Scouts, perfect attendance, all the awards . . . everything I used to be, has been eliminated because of Nick. And without Lola there to প্রদর্শনী me her flaws, I can't clean mine up, because I don't see them in other people anymore. *Lola was my rock; She was the reason I was who I had been. One of us had to be the smart one, the one with no flaws, who didn't date, and since I was that person, Lola wasn't. But now that she's gone, I can be that person. Well, not entirely; I've never really been one for parties, weed অথবা even sex, but I guess two outta three were just Lola things, but she wasn't just one night flings, getting high in the back of the school, cutting wrists when the guy she's been seeing ditches her for an even sluttier slut, smoking in the girls bathroom, straight D's and ditching on a regular basis. She was encouragement when I needed it, প্রণয় when I didn't have any, funny when I was sad, nice when I was a দুশ্চরিত্রা . . . She was everything I couldn't be and more; She had a baby brother who died of Lukemia, a grandmother who is still suffering from Alzheimers. And even with all the problems she had, even though she hated herself আরো than anyone she ever knew, every time I would see her smiling face through the window of a conjoining classroom, the times she would be standing there at my doorway অথবা waiting for me to pick her up from practice, she would light up my দিন with her giddyness; her shear joy of making others happy even though she never was. She was the only friend who stood দ্বারা me when all the others left to "start their own lives". And what was I to her now? Was I just like the other girls who left her in her time of need? If I ever see her again, like up in heaven, I wander if she'l forgive me.
January 16, 1815
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits দ্বারা Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to সরানো tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a আগুন earlier, and let me tell আপনি journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the আগুন ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits দ্বারা Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to সরানো tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a আগুন earlier, and let me tell আপনি journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the আগুন ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
The pookie fell from a বৃক্ষ
upon hitting the ground he farted
scared at his own flatulence he tried climbing up the tree. But for every branch he grabbed he tooted. and for every twig he broke, he farted.
farting all the way up, pookie climed that tree. He had to make it to the শীর্ষ আপনি see, cause that where pookie's make pee. Relief was almost in reach for pookie. till a stiring occurred within.. a rumbling sensation, and pookie knew.. with a tear, that he couldn't hold it in.
Till this দিন those who were near ব্যক্ত it sounded like a cow mooing. The momentum of his farts became like a rocket and shot pookie up and out that tree! Up in to the sky..till pookie could not be seen.
moral of story? dont eat beans. O_o
পরবর্তি chapter "The pookie Returns"