October 25 2004

Today was the weirdest day ever. Remember that girl that all of a sudden wanted to be my friend? Well, she wanted to know if I wanted to do something after school. The thing is though, she didn’t just ask to my face, she wrote me a note. Well, actually, she wrote me a bunch of them, but that was the only one that I read. Basically it was because she was right there.

Honestly though, why would someone like her want to be friends with someone like me? I mean, she must know who I am; it was all over the news, the fact that I was found with my best friend’s dead body. That’s not something that people can easily remember. Even the teachers don’t meet my eye. The only teacher that tried to talk to me was the girl’s track coach. She obviously heard about me too. Only, she heard that I won state with a record-breaking time. That used to be what people knew me for, but, of course, that was before…you know.

Anyway, so this chick is watching me take the note out of my locker. Oh yeah, by the way, I found my locker, it turns out that it’s in the band hall…what a shocker. Anyway, wow, I like to get off topic, don’t I? So she’s watching me, so I have to read it. It said,

“Hey, um, I know this sounds weird, but do you want to go see a movie sometime? You sound like the kind of person who I could be friends with.”

How weird is that? So I just crumpled it up and gave her a little sarcastic wave, and stuck the note in my back pocket. I put everything in my back pocket, notes, money. Well, technically everything that will actually fit in my back pocket, I mean. Anyway, I put it there, and coincidentally, I forgot about it.

My mom came into my room after school and asked for my dirty clothes. I had already changed into more comfortable clothes by that time, so I handed her my clothes from that day, completely forgetting about the note.

She came up about five minutes later, enough time for her to go downstairs and read the note.

“Here you go; this was in your pocket,” my mom said as she handed me the note.

“Just admit you read it, why don’t you?” I replied.

“She sounds really nice, why don’t you just give her a chance?”

“No, mom! Besides, it’s not like we actually mad plans or anything.”

“Well, you should,” she finished as she walked out the door. Come on, you would think that she’d be at least a little embarrassed for reading my notes. She should know about invasion of privacy, she is a lawyer and everything. But, my rights don’t apply anymore.