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for a long time before speaking, which made people uneasy when they first met her, but once they got to know her, she made them feel the security that came with advice from a person who actually listened and thought before speaking.
The girls were picking through the grass not far from the gathering of their families searching for rocks worthy of a good game of hopscotch. They talked as they prodded through the grass, keeping their eyes to the ground. Soon they were far from their parents, at the lip of the trees. Lola held up a smooth round rock.
“This is a good one,” she stated while still examining the rock carefully in the light.
“Yeah.” Natalie looked up and agreed after laying eyes on the perfect stone.
“Smooth, but not too smooth,” Nikki added. Regina put another rock candidate in her pocket and sat against a tree to rest.
Lola noticed her friend resting and took the opportunity to address her acolytes.
“I been thinkin’ …” Lola spoke, allowing her voice to trail off. Nikki looked up to hear the rest of Lola’s statement while Natalie continued to move dirt and sticks around on the ground in a focused search. Regina was comfortable against the tree throwing one of her stones up into the air and catching it again.
“About what?” Nikki asked. By this time, Natalie stopped her search and was listening intently, wanting to hear what Lola had been thinking that was so important that she had to make an announcement. Lola was nervous under the eyes of her best friends. It was apparent that she had to take a deep breath and swallow hard before she could speak the words that throbbed just inside of her throat.
“I can’t sleep anymore,” Lola said, still not revealing the subject matter of her dilemma, but all the girls had a pretty good idea.
Regina could still hear Lola’s squeaky voice as if it were replaying in stereo. Regina dared not delve any further into that day, preferring to shut down her memories before they were allowed to creep too far inside.
She took the picture off the clothesline and softly settled back onto the bed, the mattress squeaked jolting a childhood memory. Regina laid the foggy photo on the comforter and knelt by the bed, lifting the mattress high above her head. She smiled as she laid eyes on the object she had been seeking. Regina pulled the red velvet journal from the place where it was buried. Lola’s room had probably been searched, and surely, this journal had been given to one of the Handow boys as evidence. Most likely, Mrs. Rusher had asked for it back when they concluded that the journal was not evidence and Mrs. Rusher placed it back in the exact place that her daughter had left it, as it appeared Mrs. Rusher had done with everything else, just in case her little girl came home one day.
But of course, they found nothing in this journal because Lola kept it in the one place that she knew her mother would look. Regina’s eyes dazzled, and as she recalled the crafty charm of her friend, she flipped through the pages.
Dear Diary
,
Trigonometry, I hate it!!!!!!! The worst class I have ever had to take in my life. My parents were really pissed after Mrs. Lincher called to let them know that I might fail if I don’t get passing grades on every assignment left in the class. What do I know about math? I’m a photographer. My mom won’t let me use her car until I pass the class and I am sure that I can just forget about a party for my birthday. This blows! But I am going to work as hard as I can to bring my grade up so that I can get the car back and because I hate disappointing my parents
.
Sincerely
,
Lo
Nothing too interesting in the “mom” diary, Regina thought with a sly smile as she turned and peered into the open closet upon a space where an imaginary X marked the spot. Lifting the mattress again, she replaced the diary with expert precision. Regina let the mattress fall, re-tucked and smoothed out the sheet and comforter. Back on her feet,
The girls were picking through the grass not far from the gathering of their families searching for rocks worthy of a good game of hopscotch. They talked as they prodded through the grass, keeping their eyes to the ground. Soon they were far from their parents, at the lip of the trees. Lola held up a smooth round rock.
“This is a good one,” she stated while still examining the rock carefully in the light.
“Yeah.” Natalie looked up and agreed after laying eyes on the perfect stone.
“Smooth, but not too smooth,” Nikki added. Regina put another rock candidate in her pocket and sat against a tree to rest.
Lola noticed her friend resting and took the opportunity to address her acolytes.
“I been thinkin’ …” Lola spoke, allowing her voice to trail off. Nikki looked up to hear the rest of Lola’s statement while Natalie continued to move dirt and sticks around on the ground in a focused search. Regina was comfortable against the tree throwing one of her stones up into the air and catching it again.
“About what?” Nikki asked. By this time, Natalie stopped her search and was listening intently, wanting to hear what Lola had been thinking that was so important that she had to make an announcement. Lola was nervous under the eyes of her best friends. It was apparent that she had to take a deep breath and swallow hard before she could speak the words that throbbed just inside of her throat.
“I can’t sleep anymore,” Lola said, still not revealing the subject matter of her dilemma, but all the girls had a pretty good idea.
Regina could still hear Lola’s squeaky voice as if it were replaying in stereo. Regina dared not delve any further into that day, preferring to shut down her memories before they were allowed to creep too far inside.
She took the picture off the clothesline and softly settled back onto the bed, the mattress squeaked jolting a childhood memory. Regina laid the foggy photo on the comforter and knelt by the bed, lifting the mattress high above her head. She smiled as she laid eyes on the object she had been seeking. Regina pulled the red velvet journal from the place where it was buried. Lola’s room had probably been searched, and surely, this journal had been given to one of the Handow boys as evidence. Most likely, Mrs. Rusher had asked for it back when they concluded that the journal was not evidence and Mrs. Rusher placed it back in the exact place that her daughter had left it, as it appeared Mrs. Rusher had done with everything else, just in case her little girl came home one day.
But of course, they found nothing in this journal because Lola kept it in the one place that she knew her mother would look. Regina’s eyes dazzled, and as she recalled the crafty charm of her friend, she flipped through the pages.
Dear Diary
,
Trigonometry, I hate it!!!!!!! The worst class I have ever had to take in my life. My parents were really pissed after Mrs. Lincher called to let them know that I might fail if I don’t get passing grades on every assignment left in the class. What do I know about math? I’m a photographer. My mom won’t let me use her car until I pass the class and I am sure that I can just forget about a party for my birthday. This blows! But I am going to work as hard as I can to bring my grade up so that I can get the car back and because I hate disappointing my parents
.
Sincerely
,
Lo
Nothing too interesting in the “mom” diary, Regina thought with a sly smile as she turned and peered into the open closet upon a space where an imaginary X marked the spot. Lifting the mattress again, she replaced the diary with expert precision. Regina let the mattress fall, re-tucked and smoothed out the sheet and comforter. Back on her feet,
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