Dear Diary, 1 | Hmm Gracel Series 38
"It's just a crow," I mumbled, closing the cover quickly. Puretaboo Kendra Spade Jekyll And Dad Best
"It looks like the one we saw at the pier last summer," she said. There was a pause. A long, suffocating silence where the noise of the cafeteria seemed to fade away. "Emily, I didn't come here to fight."
School was a blur of fluorescent lights and droning lectures. I sat in the back of History class, sketching the silhouette of a bird in the margin of my notebook instead of taking notes on the Industrial Revolution. I felt invisible, which was a relief. Lately, being seen feels like standing under a spotlight with spinach in my teeth.
I was sitting alone at the end of the long table, picking at the stale crust of my sandwich, when Sarah slid onto the bench across from me. We haven't spoken properly since the argument three weeks ago. My heart did that stupid little flip-flop thing—a mix of panic and hope.
"Nice drawing," she said, nodding at my notebook. Her voice was cautious, testing the ice.
I looked up then. She looked tired. She looked like she’d been carrying the same heavy gray cloud I’ve been carrying. "I know," I said. "Me neither."