1 Arrival
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Arrival
"Anita,stop looking so grumpy and help me"
I came out of the car and my toes sticking out of my over sized sandals touched the mud of the earth. I wasn't the super neat type but I cringed when I felt the sticky substance.
Looking at the booth of the car I picked the smallest carton out of the lots and headed into the newly renovated house that once belong to my grandparents.
Dad got transferred and as usual we all transferred too. Leaving behind friends,memories and school to start from the beginning. Settling the box down, I ran up the stairs with a sign in hand to go choose my room before Elijah does. Eli is my twin brother,he despise me and I don't know why.
Finding a room with the perfect view of the next compound, I placed the sign on the door "Ani's room". Eli poked his head and looked around before scuffing.
"Good choice,you made here,Ani. The room looks just like it's owner".
I frowned at that,Eli has been pegging me as ugly for 16 years of my life now and it wasn't cool but I never complained because anytime I did,mom just shuns and dad doesn't listen. I'm starting to think I'm adopted.
I looked at my new room,dim light,broken chairs and shelf. I rolled my shirt sleeves up,good thing I'm good at reconstruction and designing. This room would be different in a bit.
I fell butt down on the bed and I coughed loudly due to the dust that rose from the duvet due to my landing skills. I slid off to the cold tiles and looked at the shelf I just cleaned off beneath it was a rusted screw,I had no change that before the who shelf crashes. Getting a screwdriver and a new set of screws.
I got on my knees and started unscrewing,I was done loosing them all when the wood below fell out revealing a sealed black book with a silver lining and a Black pen, holding it together was a black rope that made it look beautiful along side old. It had all those girly stickers on it. This had to belong to someone who lived here a long time back. I crawled back towards the side of my bed and got comfortable before proceedings to open it. I touched the first page that had nothing written on it,it was so fragile and worn out and a little thug will rip it out of the book.
In the next page held beautiful words and a very pretty handwriting, one I had never seen before. It was a diary and for some reason I was interested in reading it.
"People don't cry because they are weak but because they have been strong for too long".
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Dear diary
So it's 12:01am, January 1,2018 and my eyes are still wide open. Been busy viewing WhatsApp status and watching fairy tale. My love for this cartoon is unbeatable,if Grey was human,I had swoon over him. The same way I swoon over Aj,my forever first love. Aj is my neighbour and my secondary school set mate, he's a whole tank of hotness and I swear,I wouldn't mind drinking him all up at once.
Yesterday was boring, except from my occasional peeking through my window over to Aj's room. The day before was boring except from the usual peeking. Certainly today's gonna be boring except when I peek and drool over him.
I had a really rough fight with my best friend. I think m at fault but I'm actually not. I really don't know. I'll call him later, he's probably asleep.
There was this new guy at school last week, sorry I didn't tell you about him earlier. He's from India,some hot stuff he was but not like Aj and I think he's really cool,yk he was really caring when I told him abt mom and the shit that went down lately.
We had this argument about nudes and when I told him my thoughts,he didn't say anything and he's been weird but it's all good now I guess.
Here's the conversation that issued concerning nudes.
"I've seen girls get humiliated because of their nude. Not that they were unattractive but the boys they trusted made them feel and look cheap"
"Send your nude to only the guy you trust"
"I call bs. You trust him,you send it,he promised not to show then boom. You become the university pornstar"
"They were just unfortunate, trusted the wrong ones"
"How do you know who's wrong and who's right?"
And that was it. He went offline. Boys. He could have just said he wanted nudes instead of beating around the bush causing unnecessary argument. I haven't seen him in town since tho well that's probably because I've not gone to town in a while.
So what's your take on this?
I forgot you can't speak or text back.
Anyways I saw Aj yesterday again,he was looking hot as ever in black pants and white tees. I don't think he even knows me, like I don't think he knows I'm his neighbour but I'm kind of getting used to being ignored.
Sometimes I feel like taking up a large cardboard and write with a neon marker saying "hey,come screw me".
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It's 8:32pm and it's raining heavily over here. The weather is extremely cold, sometimes I'm so grateful it doesn't snow over here. I could bet alot of pple would freeze.
So I've been wondering about you,yk? I was wondering if you wanted to be a human and not a sheet of paper being written on or maybe a paper who could talk?that would be...××i can see Aj smashing a girl,I wish that was me. Who drills with their window open?...gross××
I really don't know why I decided to have you but I want you to know I love you. You are my best friend and boy friend. There's no way you are gonna cheat on me neither will you snitch about me.
Ily.
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It's few minutes after 11 and I'm still up and kicking. I wonder were the energy came from. I do hope it lasts when I'm back on the university campus,I can't afford to be lazy when we resume.
What's for tomorrow's breakfast,lunch and dinner?maybe not lunch tho,you know I'm not a lunch person.
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"Anita what are you doing?"I shut the book, slid it under my bed and stood up immediately to avoid suspicion.
"Nothing,just tired of cleaning"I put up a fake smile for mom who stood at the door looking at me.
Shaking her head slingly "ok,be ready soon. Dinner's by 6, alright?"
"Alright"when she left and I was sure the coast was clear I ducked under my bed and dragged the diary out. Looking at it,I cringed
First the person who wrote this two hundred years ago was probably dead.
There was no name or street,just dates,time and year.
If this diary was actually two hundred years ago,I gagged thinking of the old lady who talked abt fucking aj.
This story is for tomorrow,I have lots of time to read it.
