Zack's Diary Month of September
This story is kinda depressing. It ends happy though. It's split into five chapters, each chapter being a month. It starts at the month of September, ending at the end of January. Enjoy~
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Zack’s Journal
God, I feel like this is a girl’s DIARY… Was this really a good idea, Mom?
This journal belongs to: Zack
Year: 2007-2008
Sep. 01
Well here I am at this school again for another year. The last year. Thank God. I don’t know if I could stand doing one after this one. Actually, it’s pretty hard knowing I’m going to be here for the next year. As this is a boarding school, classes start tomorrow. Everyone else in a regular public school don’t start until next week. I wish my parents had put me into a public school for high school, because then I could at least go home after each day and not have to LIVE here. Though I guess, maybe it’s not so bad after all, not going home. I don’t exactly have a stellar life back at home. It’s not horrible but… it’s nothing to write in this journal about.
I should continue unpacking.
Sep. 02
Classes are finally done, which is a relief. Already it looks like it’s going to be the same as the previous years. Wake up, head to the cafeteria for breakfast, eat alone, go to class. Lunch in the cafeteria alone. Classes. Dinner alone in the cafeteria. Study hall. Go to sleep.
I don’t know what it is with me. It’s not like everyone in the school hates me, I’m not an outcast. I don’t even like being alone. But I just have a really hard time talking to people. Closest thing to human interaction I do here is talking to my professors about homework or something. I hate being by myself all the time.
I wish I could work up the courage to make some friends for once in my life.
Sep. 07
My teachers constantly praise me for my consistently high grades for all these years. They even go as far as to call me a genius sometimes. I’d like to be a genius, but that’s definitely not the case. I work hard for the grades. In fact, except for mealtimes and writing in this journal, all I do every single day is study study study.
I don’t even enjoy it. I hate school. I just want to do well so I can get out of here, put myself through university and have a decent career with a decent wage.
Sep. 12
Tonight something strange happened. While I was at study hall, there was this girl there. It was around 11:00PM, right before lights out and we’re sent to back to our rooms. I’m always alone at that time of night, but not tonight. She was really cute. She kept to herself for a little while, but then she came over to me and just started talking to me suddenly. I was so shocked that someone came up to talk to me that I had a hard time responding to her at first. I wound up only talking about the homework I was working on. I hope I didn’t mess it up. That’s the first time someone’s approached me to talk to me.
Sep. 13
Zoey was at study hall again tonight. … Oh right. That’s her name. She told me her name this time, it’s Zoey. She told me she wanted to talk again! I couldn’t believe it. I still can’t. She told me she’s in my grade, but I don’t remember ever seeing her before. But this school is pretty large, so it’s not surprising that I’ve never seen her. She said that she didn’t have any friends. Like me. She seems really nice. I hope I’ll see her again. Maybe she’ll come to study hall again tomorrow! Though I suppose I probably shouldn’t get my hopes up too high. … I really don’t feel like getting back to studying. But seeing as I lost study time earlier -- not that I mind, I’ll take pretty girl over studying anytime -- I should probably get back to it.
Sep. 14
Last night something very odd happened. I felt a cold feeling on my face in the middle of the night. It woke me up, and when I got up to close the window, I realized that it was already closed. I got back into bed and just as I was starting to fall back to sleep the feeling came back again. I had a hard time falling asleep again after that. It really unsettled me.
Anyway, classes are starting soon, so I should get dressed and get going.
Sep. 14
Zoey was there at study hall again! She came closer than the past couple nights and she smiled as she talked to me. I think I might have blushed a couple times. It’s kind of embarrassing… That’s more of a girl thing, isn’t it? Anyway, I was finally able to talk to her about something besides school! Not really anything worth repeating; it’s not like I said anything witty or anything, but still. It’s an improvement.
I really like her already. I hope I’ll keep seeing her.
Sep. 20
Zoey’s been coming to study hall every night. Every day I look forward to the late nights so I can see her and talk to her. I’m starting to feel a lot more comfortable around her, and she’s not the driving force behind the conversations now, I’m starting to contribute a lot now too. I’m so happy she hasn’t gotten bored of me. I can’t wait to see her again tomorrow!
Sep. 25
The cold feeling came to me again last night. It touched my cheek and my lips. I checked the window again and it was closed, like the other night. Maybe I’m starting to lose it.
Sep. 27
The cold feeling is starting to linger with me. I’ll be on my way to my classes and this freezing chill will suddenly touch my arm or my face. The oddest thing about it is that it doesn’t feel like a breeze or anything, it’s like there’s actually something touching me.
Last night was the oddest. I woke up in the middle of the night and I could’ve sworn I saw a translucent … something above me. I blinked and then it was gone; it was probably just a dream lingering after I woke up.
Probably.
Sep. 28
Today rumors about a ghost haunting the school started. The stories are all entirely different from one another. Some people say it’s of a girl that was murdered years ago, and some say that a girl died of a sickness. Some say she’s a violent ghost, and some (or at least the guys) say that she comes and makes out with the boys during the night. I wonder what Zoey thinks about this, maybe I’ll ask her tonight.
Sep. 28
Zoey came to study hall as usual. We talked as usual -- well she did most of it, but I’m contributing more and more each day to our conversations -- but when I asked her about the ghost rumors she changed the subject. Maybe she’s afraid of ghosts, most girls are so it wouldn’t be surprising.
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Zack’s Journal
God, I feel like this is a girl’s DIARY… Was this really a good idea, Mom?
This journal belongs to: Zack
Year: 2007-2008
Sep. 01
Well here I am at this school again for another year. The last year. Thank God. I don’t know if I could stand doing one after this one. Actually, it’s pretty hard knowing I’m going to be here for the next year. As this is a boarding school, classes start tomorrow. Everyone else in a regular public school don’t start until next week. I wish my parents had put me into a public school for high school, because then I could at least go home after each day and not have to LIVE here. Though I guess, maybe it’s not so bad after all, not going home. I don’t exactly have a stellar life back at home. It’s not horrible but… it’s nothing to write in this journal about.
I should continue unpacking.
Sep. 02
Classes are finally done, which is a relief. Already it looks like it’s going to be the same as the previous years. Wake up, head to the cafeteria for breakfast, eat alone, go to class. Lunch in the cafeteria alone. Classes. Dinner alone in the cafeteria. Study hall. Go to sleep.
I don’t know what it is with me. It’s not like everyone in the school hates me, I’m not an outcast. I don’t even like being alone. But I just have a really hard time talking to people. Closest thing to human interaction I do here is talking to my professors about homework or something. I hate being by myself all the time.
I wish I could work up the courage to make some friends for once in my life.
Sep. 07
My teachers constantly praise me for my consistently high grades for all these years. They even go as far as to call me a genius sometimes. I’d like to be a genius, but that’s definitely not the case. I work hard for the grades. In fact, except for mealtimes and writing in this journal, all I do every single day is study study study.
I don’t even enjoy it. I hate school. I just want to do well so I can get out of here, put myself through university and have a decent career with a decent wage.
Sep. 12
Tonight something strange happened. While I was at study hall, there was this girl there. It was around 11:00PM, right before lights out and we’re sent to back to our rooms. I’m always alone at that time of night, but not tonight. She was really cute. She kept to herself for a little while, but then she came over to me and just started talking to me suddenly. I was so shocked that someone came up to talk to me that I had a hard time responding to her at first. I wound up only talking about the homework I was working on. I hope I didn’t mess it up. That’s the first time someone’s approached me to talk to me.
Sep. 13
Zoey was at study hall again tonight. … Oh right. That’s her name. She told me her name this time, it’s Zoey. She told me she wanted to talk again! I couldn’t believe it. I still can’t. She told me she’s in my grade, but I don’t remember ever seeing her before. But this school is pretty large, so it’s not surprising that I’ve never seen her. She said that she didn’t have any friends. Like me. She seems really nice. I hope I’ll see her again. Maybe she’ll come to study hall again tomorrow! Though I suppose I probably shouldn’t get my hopes up too high. … I really don’t feel like getting back to studying. But seeing as I lost study time earlier -- not that I mind, I’ll take pretty girl over studying anytime -- I should probably get back to it.
Sep. 14
Last night something very odd happened. I felt a cold feeling on my face in the middle of the night. It woke me up, and when I got up to close the window, I realized that it was already closed. I got back into bed and just as I was starting to fall back to sleep the feeling came back again. I had a hard time falling asleep again after that. It really unsettled me.
Anyway, classes are starting soon, so I should get dressed and get going.
Sep. 14
Zoey was there at study hall again! She came closer than the past couple nights and she smiled as she talked to me. I think I might have blushed a couple times. It’s kind of embarrassing… That’s more of a girl thing, isn’t it? Anyway, I was finally able to talk to her about something besides school! Not really anything worth repeating; it’s not like I said anything witty or anything, but still. It’s an improvement.
I really like her already. I hope I’ll keep seeing her.
Sep. 20
Zoey’s been coming to study hall every night. Every day I look forward to the late nights so I can see her and talk to her. I’m starting to feel a lot more comfortable around her, and she’s not the driving force behind the conversations now, I’m starting to contribute a lot now too. I’m so happy she hasn’t gotten bored of me. I can’t wait to see her again tomorrow!
Sep. 25
The cold feeling came to me again last night. It touched my cheek and my lips. I checked the window again and it was closed, like the other night. Maybe I’m starting to lose it.
Sep. 27
The cold feeling is starting to linger with me. I’ll be on my way to my classes and this freezing chill will suddenly touch my arm or my face. The oddest thing about it is that it doesn’t feel like a breeze or anything, it’s like there’s actually something touching me.
Last night was the oddest. I woke up in the middle of the night and I could’ve sworn I saw a translucent … something above me. I blinked and then it was gone; it was probably just a dream lingering after I woke up.
Probably.
Sep. 28
Today rumors about a ghost haunting the school started. The stories are all entirely different from one another. Some people say it’s of a girl that was murdered years ago, and some say that a girl died of a sickness. Some say she’s a violent ghost, and some (or at least the guys) say that she comes and makes out with the boys during the night. I wonder what Zoey thinks about this, maybe I’ll ask her tonight.
Sep. 28
Zoey came to study hall as usual. We talked as usual -- well she did most of it, but I’m contributing more and more each day to our conversations -- but when I asked her about the ghost rumors she changed the subject. Maybe she’s afraid of ghosts, most girls are so it wouldn’t be surprising.
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