Flash diary comp: a year in the making

Apart of the competition for the year long diary. I am a normal teenager with a life different from all the others, read what it's all about.


17. May 28, 2015 10:00pm

Thursday-- I stayed after school to watch the very last volleyball game of the season. My school is going up against the town rival so it's a big deal for those who watch volleyball. I saw an old guy friend of mine that was on the rival team because he moved so he is in the other district now. His name is Kenny and I always new him for giving the best hugs a person can give. He really like to wrap himself around you and hug you tight when you're down and really need it. Anyways that was definitely good but the entire time I couldn't stop thinking about telling George that I like him. I really do want to tell him and I feel like if I tell him things will be ruined but at the same time I want to know how he feels. The things is though if he doesn't have mutual feelings I would still want to be his friend and only his friend nothing more. I would let go of my feelings for him and just be done. During the game I felt like he was watching me but he was probably just watching the game. After the game I went home, showered and got dressed to go back to school for my orchestra concert performance. I got back home at around 9:30pm and there were cop cars on my street because the little old lady next door had something happen to her. They took her away in a gurney and I haven't seen her since so I'm not sure what happened to her. I couldn't stop thinking about George and how I didn't tell him I liked him. After the game they all went downstairs to change and we left before they came back up. I just didn't know what to do so I left. I feel as though if I don tell him it'll gnaw at my feelings for him for so long, especially over the summer. But he is not a social person at all so I just don't know what to do with myself.


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