After It Happened
Chapter 2: 1
19th January, 2018
Miss Peters really over-reacted after seeing my essay. The essay wasn't even a big deal. I just decided to put more effort since Grammy and Aunt Amara had given me that talk about potential. I wanted to try and be good for people who had really tried so hard to take care of me.
Anyways, back to Miss Peters. She kept on commending my work in class that I just had to bow my head to avoid the pointed stares of my classmates. After the class, she called me to her desk and I considered ignoring her, but I managed to drag myself to her table. If I was going to be a good girl, this was the least I could do.
I was really considering walking out the classroom door when she started getting all teary-eyed. Crying, really? I won't lie that her next words got to me. Me? A writer? The girl that got C's and D's and maybe one or two B's in a term was a good writer? I was laughing so hard that I didn't see her drawing a journal from her big bag.
style. It was a sleek midnight purple book with a silver skull in front. I loved it, too bad I wouldn't use it. I didn't want to dedicate my time to another tiring activity. I was still thinking of who deserved the book when my teacher spoke up again telling me I could put down my thoughts here. I thanked her and gave her my signature smile,
of the night writing how I got this journal in
here again. I doubt it, though. I still don't know if I hate Miss Peters for this or
23rd January, 2018
constant or just a one-time thing. Whatever happens I'll flow with it.
the feeling of dread I get and how I'm drenched