Post by Madeleine Gold on Sept 28, 2008 18:56:31 GMT -5
Diary.
Wow.
Just wow.
Malibu is nice, I guess...but New Orleans will always be my home.
I miss the cemeteries. Those walks I used to take in my old style boots, weaving through the gravestones.
I miss the close group I was in. Anna, Alex, Mason, Tara...and me.
Originally it was just them, the four. But when I moved back to Louisiana, they swept me up before anyone else could.
I have met people...Deandra's nice. Marc's cool, he's not hopeless. Lily is cool. Melanie's cool.
Sam, he's just that. Sam. Every male Sam I have met have been the same.
It's like they are making themselves their own stereotype. The 'Sam'. Hah.
I have talked to Sam, what, once? It was in the hallway, and I started talking to him. The conversation was normal at first. All the basics. Then I remembered someone telling me to stay away from some 'Sam'. I asked him about it and we started fighting. No, there wasn't screaming, just arguing.
He told me something that I would never expect.
He's a werewolf.
No, I am not joking there. A werewolf.
He then started calling himself a monster. I started to try to get him to stop, asking him if he would categorize himself that way...and the odd thing is...that he would. Then everything started coming off from there. But it was all in his eyes.
Fear.
Afraid.
Sadness.
All rolled into one.
I tried getting him to spill but he just fought, saying that he needed no one. I told him that was a load of bull that I'd never believe. But he said he was telling the truth.
But he wasn't.
Wow.
Just wow.
Malibu is nice, I guess...but New Orleans will always be my home.
I miss the cemeteries. Those walks I used to take in my old style boots, weaving through the gravestones.
I miss the close group I was in. Anna, Alex, Mason, Tara...and me.
Originally it was just them, the four. But when I moved back to Louisiana, they swept me up before anyone else could.
I have met people...Deandra's nice. Marc's cool, he's not hopeless. Lily is cool. Melanie's cool.
Sam, he's just that. Sam. Every male Sam I have met have been the same.
It's like they are making themselves their own stereotype. The 'Sam'. Hah.
I have talked to Sam, what, once? It was in the hallway, and I started talking to him. The conversation was normal at first. All the basics. Then I remembered someone telling me to stay away from some 'Sam'. I asked him about it and we started fighting. No, there wasn't screaming, just arguing.
He told me something that I would never expect.
He's a werewolf.
No, I am not joking there. A werewolf.
He then started calling himself a monster. I started to try to get him to stop, asking him if he would categorize himself that way...and the odd thing is...that he would. Then everything started coming off from there. But it was all in his eyes.
Fear.
Afraid.
Sadness.
All rolled into one.
I tried getting him to spill but he just fought, saying that he needed no one. I told him that was a load of bull that I'd never believe. But he said he was telling the truth.
But he wasn't.
