Average? Maybe not…
Dear Diary,
Well, everything seems to be average. Plain. Blatant. Simple. Ms. Lapper still sits at the front desk hacking up flem, while students yelp and fast-walk away, my drama teacher belches lectures out, overall, school is normal. Except for Alex. He has been sick, lately, and I don’t know why… I think… Why would he be sick? He is VERY sanitary, and always gulps his immune-system boost vitamins, so it just doesn’t make sense. Maybe after I told him about my dad, he grieved over his dad… but he is more mad at his dad for leaving than he is sad. I need him to trust me. Alex, if you are reading this, come out. Tell me. What’s really wrong? I really need him to come to my dance recital. We are mixing some ballet into it, with leap and twists, but also a bit of jazz dancing. I have grown to love soft, sweet songs, instead of loud, rough songs. It is simply so placid when I listen to them. Well, I have to deflate my air matress now, and roll it up to go in the closet…
~RiO
Well, I know now. His little brother had a tumor. CANCER. But thankfully, it is gone… for now
~RiO