Silence Is A Virtue

Rhiannon Spencer is just your average 16 year-old teenager: hyper, hates school, argues with her parents every so often, fancies guys WAY out of her league and has serious friendship problems. Of course, being a teen, Rhiannon's diary of every day events seems outrageous, but as the pages turn, more is revealed. Deep inside lies a troubled past, and a girl who's scared of the future.
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2. A Dream That Haunts Me

Dear Diary,

It's happened again! I've had that dream. I know that you don't know what I'm going on about, but I need to get this down on paper. It's a dream that haunts me, a dream that never seems to go away. All a memory from the past, quite a while ago. I only shut my eyes for a few minutes in between my Physics homework and tea and it was there. He was there. It was so awful. I hate to think about it, it makes my skin crawl, but I'm hoping that writing it down will keep it from bothering me constantly.

Here goes nothing, I'm going to tell you exactly what happened in full detail. It all happened back when I was thirteen. Krissy and I had an obsession with going into town on a Saturday morning, all dolled up, when all we did was go to a nice café in the centre of town to drink a cup of coffee, eat skinny muffins and make eyes at the guys serving behind the counter. We found it fun. We were so naive.

Well, there was this one boy- he was tall and blonde and sexy and I knew that he went to our school, he was in Year 11 at the time- who was always working on the days we came in. Even when we changed our minds and went after school on a Friday or on a Sunday afternoon after hockey. It was odd, but being thirteen and a bit of an idiot, I never really sat down and thought about the coincidence of his shifts and our visits. Anyway, the weeks ticked on and Krissy and I spent more and more time in café, chatting about boys and bra sizes- girly things, nothing more than idle gossip. As always, he was there, smiling and serving costumers. There was something different about him- something mysterious. It always used to play on my mind: how could a boy be so mysterious and charming? Surely it wouldn't do him any good? As time went by, I developed a small crush on him. I kept it quiet for weeks and weeks. I didn't tell a soul, not even Krissy. It was my secret, nobody else's. The problem was, I didn't know anything about him- his name, for starters. Anyways, I was sat in the café one morning during the holidays, on my own, waiting for Krissy. As always, he was there. The ten minutes turned into an hour, and then two. She didn't call, or text me letting me know where she was- it turns out she was with her boyfriend, but I didn't think about that at the time. I was packing my things away, getting ready to leave, when he came and sat across from me. I look at him, gob smacked.

"Rhiannon, right?" he asked. I blinked at him, still shocked. "You're Rhiannon Spencer."

I managed to nod and mutter: "yes, I'm Rhiannon."

"I'm Ethan. Ethan de Ville. You might know me from school. I'm in Year 11, you're in Year 9, right?"

I nodded again.

"I thought so. I see you and you're mate in here a lot. Speaking of which, where is she?"

"I don't know, she bailed on me. I was just leaving."

"Wait! I mean, you don't have to go. I finish my shift in ten minutes. If you want, I'll walk you home."

"Yeah, yeah, I'd like that," I smiled. He grinned back at me.

"I will see you in ten minutes," he said, leaving the table. My heart skipped a beat. Was he actually taking notice in me? I couldn't wait to tell Krissy.

I sat in my chair- oh fudge sticks, my mum's coming upstairs. I'll explain more later.

Rhiannon.

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