John's First Journal Entries

Hi, my name is John. I’m eight-teen years old and since the day I can remember I’ve been in love with the same girl. I don’t think that she has ever really noticed how I felt about her. She’s a sweet girl though, very beautiful, smart, and funny. Any guy would be lucky to have her as a girlfriend. She has this long dark hair that has a slight wave to it, swooping out and in making tiny curls along her face sometimes. And her face is just so gorgeous, smooth skin, big brown eyes, these luscious lips that remind me of cherries, but her smile is the best. It makes her looked almost like this wicked angel at times. 1

All my feelings for her are just so....bottled up. I think that’s the way to put it, I’m not too sure how to actually put it. Bottled up seems to fit pretty well though. I’ve never told her how I felt nor anyone else. This is just like a release for my feelings I don’t share about her. Anything else though I think I’m pretty open about. My parents are okay I suppose, no real parental issues, and I have two sisters. So, I’m as close to normal as the average teenage American can get.2

Anyways, back to the whole point of this journal. I think I met Elizabeth in the beginning of high school when we were both freshman. We first met in the library one day when I had nothing to do during lunch, and when she was in class looking for a book for the idiotic Reading counts stuff. There’s no point to it really. They make you read a book off a list then take a test over it. But no one really has to read the books just scan through it a few times. But back to what I was saying in the first place. She was looking for a book a looked up at me a smiled. We were standing on opposite sides of a small bookshelf.  I smiled back and she asked me if I could help her find a book. I tried but the library doesn’t have much variety. Before I could find out much more about her , besides her name and grade, one of her friends came and dragged her off. She had waved and skipped off to her class. 3

I don’t think I’ll ever forget anything about that day. She wore a silky red top with a black skirt and boots that made her a bit taller. Her hair was down and she had on dangle earrings that gave a almost gypsy quality. There’s a sweet scent of vanilla and roses coming off of her that was quite enticing. She was so breath taking, I knew the moment she smiled at me I loved her. 4

It’s been a while since that day though. I have a few classes with her and even the same lunch. I have a computer class that I can skip whenever, mostly because the teacher doesn’t know anything and he lets me go where ever during his lesson. He only does this only because I know more about teaching the class than he does. Sometimes though I go to see the theater class work with hopes that I can catch a glimpse of her . If she sees me she waves and smiles, I return them happily. I like watching the whole class though, especially when they rehearse lines together. She’s a good actress, and not just her, a lot of them are really good , some better than her. Once I heard her talking about how their theater teacher is with them. How he pushes them to really reach their extent. It made me wonder, what is my extent? 5