6. The First Glance.
Nirvana was acting...not herself lately. That's the only way I can put it. She was acting off, and not really bothering to speak to anyone in the past couple weeks since we've arrived. Well, not since she found a dusty old diary who knows where, and that's only been in the past couple of days.
I worry about her, but-I don't really talk to her any more, ever since-that night where nothing happened. I've wanted to talk to her, badly, but-I feel Billy, who's a year younger than me, the same age as Nirvana, is closer to her now than I ever was.
I feel like this is my first glance at what such an understatement life was. The other bad thing? There was quite a pretty girl roaming the garden earlier, and I didn't recognise her-no one did, and she looked eerily like some of the outdated paintings of a child dotted around the house. When Jackie went to check to see if she was lost, she had gone. But where? There were hardly any places for her to go without us seeing where she went. Creepy.