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I was walking along Park Street, observing the extremely few residents of Thornewood as I walked. I held in one hand a multi-colored-ink pen. In the other hand I held my tattered, worn-out notebook I kept as a journal for all my secrets, thoughts, observations, sketches, fantasies, dreams, and the like. Though the notebook was far past mint condition, I had written in it for many years in my life. It was one of my few treasures.

Just then, someone came up behind me and poked either of my sides. I flinched before spinning around to face the culprit. It was Christopher Daniels, one of the hottest guys I knew in this small town. “Hi, Chris,” I said, blushing. I’ve known Chris for a few years, and he always made me blush when I talked to him. I guess you could say I liked him.

“Hey, babe,” he joked. He gave me a warm smile before hugging me hello. He broke the embrace and just smiled at me with that perfect smile.

“So, how have you been? I haven’t seen you in a week,” I said to him as I playfully punched his shoulder. He caught my wrist in his hand.

“I’ve been around,” he replied shortly, taking my other wrist. My notebook had fallen moments ago, and I flinched when it had. Not only was he holding me with his hands; he was holding me with his eyes.

“Well, you need to be around me more often,” I said in a voice just above a whisper. He just laughed in reply. We stood that way for a moment longer before he finally let go of my wrists. I bent down to pick up my notebook and pen, which had also fallen, and stood to face him again. “Walk me home?” He nodded and put his arm around my shoulders. I was shaking with nervousness when he did. He didn’t notice.



“I can’t believe he walked me home. He is so cute. I think I love him. I think he knows that I do. What does he think of me? That thing on Park Street was just... awkward, yet nice in a strange way,” I wrote in my notebook later that day as I laid on my bed in my apartment. I heard the front door open and my sister’s footsteps in the other room. I heard her talking in the silence of the front room. She was on the phone.

“Yeah, I know... But, it’s not fair for her to... But... Okay, I see... Yeah, I know... It’s weird; she always has it with her... Okay... Bye,” I heard Junipher, my sister, say to someone on her cellphone. I heard the phone snap shut. “Damn it. Damn it all.” My sister’s voice filled my thoughts before I snapped out of them and closed my notebook.

“So, Juni, who was that,” I asked her a moment later when I walked out of my room. She whirled around and looked at me guiltily.

“Oh, hi Jas. That was just Lena. We were talking about something private,” she said. She was partly telling the truth, partly lying.

“Yeah. Private. Right,” I replied hotly before storming back to my room and locking the door. Tears filled my eyes as I tried to write my anger out in my notebook. I slammed it book shut and cried into my bed.



I tried to avoid my sister as much as I could before I finally had to talk to her about three days later. She had asked me to pass the salt at dinner, and I had told her to shove the salt up her ass. She scowled at me and asked our older brother Joshua to do it. With a smirk on his face, he did. I gave him a high-five him later when Juni wasn’t around. “Good one,” he had said to me. I just laughed.



“I can’t believe how different me and Juni are. For twins, we seem like two completely different people. It seems like we are totally unrelated in any way, shape, or form. With the exception of looks, I mean. She likes to wear bright, happy colors. My style is more Gothic. She likes to laugh and have fun with lots of people. I’m cool with just a few. She likes to party. I like to read. She likes Japanese Bubblegum Pop. I like Metal and Punk. She loves people. I love animals. She hates writing. I hate crowds. We’re just so... different,” read a previous entry in my notebook. I wrote that long ago when we turned thirteen. That was over three years ago. It’s weird seeing my handwriting from back then.



“Jas, we’re going to be late,” Chris hollered from the front room in my apartment. I was in my room getting ready to hang out with Chris at the library. We have been hanging out a lot more since the incident at Park Street. It gets me wondering about things... but I guess I can write about it later. I was deciding whether or not to take my notebook with me. I usually do take it. I decided to hide it in my closet under a box of old magazines that belonged to Juni. I don’t see why she kept them in my room. I would have to talk to her about it later.

“I’m hurrying up,” I yelled back to him as I closet the curtain on my closet. I unlocked my door, exited my room, and relocked the door with my key. I tucked the key away in my pocket before walking over to Chris. “How do I look?” I turned around in a complete circle, waiting for a reply.

“You look... beautiful,” Chris said, his mouth gaping open. I was wearing a black and silver corset dress that ended just above my knee and knee-high black boots. I had silver lace gloves that stretched all the way up to my elbow and a black and silver choker necklace with a bone white skull in the middle. I also donned several black and white jelly bracelets on both wrists and a skull ring on my left middle finger.

“Is-Is it too much,” I asked nervously as I approached him. He stood and took my hands in his. He gently rubbed my hands with his thumbs.

“Nothing is ever too much for you,” he said before he leaned in and kissed me. I was taken by surprise when he did, but I leaned toward him after our lips connected. His hands moved to my elbows, pulling me closer to him. He broke the kiss, snapping me out of my trance. “Ready to go?”

I looked at him, my cheeks glowing a light shade of pink. “Yes,” I said breathlessly. He smiled at me and took my hand, leading me out the front door and on our way to the library. I followed, forgetting who I was.



We arrived at the library not two minutes after we left the apartment. It was just across the street, so it didn’t take us long to get there. He held my hand from the time we left the housing building and was still holding it. I was still blushing, and he was still smiling. “I love him,” I thought silently. I wonder what he was thinking. He kept his smile plastered on his face until we reached the front desk, where Lonnie sat in her swivel chair, typing away at the computer screen in front of her. Behind her glasses were two cold eyes that could freeze Hell over if she could chance looking at it. Fortunately, she didn’t acknowledge our presence in the building. Despite her cold gaze, Lonnie was the nicest librarian you would ever meet in your entire life.

“Come on,” Chris whispered into my ear as he led me to an empty aisle between historical fiction and fiction. He pulled me into a tight embrace, holding me as if I was the only thing that he cared about saving from any danger. I was so close I could smell his shampoo. Vanilla coconut. I inhaled the scent and vanished into a very exciting daydream of us in my room. I was snapped out of the fantasy when he pulled away from me just enough to kiss me again. I parted my lips this time, wondering if he would dare enter inside. He dared. It was the best kiss I’d ever had in my life. I would never forget it. He pulled away, breaking the kiss to stare into my green eyes. I stared back into his icy gray eyes, losing all my touch of reality in them.

“This is not an appropriate place to be doing such things,” I joked, trailing my fingertips up his arm. We both smiled at the hidden seriousness in my joke. I put one finger on his lips and scanned my eyes over the fiction shelves behind him before seeing a book that caught my eye. I picked it off the shelf and studied the back of the book, seeing if I wanted to read it. I put it back on the shelf in it’s place and led Chris out of the building.