Tablet of the Invisible Script
Last Day of School
"Hi! Really? We met here?“
"I always thought we met in Ms. Brown's English Class! Remember? Our very first 'D' on our first essay!" She laughed.
"Sorry, but my friends are waiting for me."
"You too! Take care! - No, I don't think so - umm - you know - 'K' - Bye!"
"Oh! - about your engagement - yay, good luck on that - Goodbye Danny!"
As befitting as it was, last day of high school's entry ended up on the last page of this diary. This is an ending to a chapter in my life. Perhaps it was destined that my encounter with her and our exchange of words throughout the last five years were bounded by the number of pages in this diary. No more, no less. She’s my Goodbye Girl! The End!
Well, if ever we meet again, if she would ever say another word to me again, perhaps that would be a sign to start another journal. Get over it, Danny! She’s already made it very clear she didn't want to keep in touch. I can't blame her. She did say Pam's best friend is the 'bitchy - est' bitch (Her Words) in our entire high school. And what kind of wish was that about my engagement? Good luck ….. Who wishes someone about to get married ‘good luck’ - wait a minute, how did she know? Could she be jea – (pen ran out of ink)
15 Years Later
Emily Reynolds pulled out the last item from the bottom of the box, intrigued by the beautiful handmade cover, she flipped through the pages and realized she was holding a diary. She flipped through the pages a second time at a slower speed. Her attention was first perked by the random numbering at the top right corner of each page. Then her curiosity was captured by a certain name which dominated throughout the diary. Just then, her fiancé entered the room to pick up another box of items that was ready to be driven to the City Disposal Ground.
Waving the diary in her hand, she demanded an answer from her soon-to-be husband. "Tell me the truth, are you still in love with your high-school sweetheart?"
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Aleiya · Urban
