After It Happened

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.

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

middle of the night writing how I got this journal in

I don't know if I will write here again. I doubt

23rd January, 2018

will be a constant or just a one-time thing. Whatever happens I'll flow with it. That's all I seem to do - flow with everything life throws

just know it was a horrible dream because of the feeling of dread I get and how I'm drenched in sweat. It's the usual