Shelly's Diary
By: Melody Ichigama
Dear diary,
I chewed on my pencil as I sat in class wondering how much homework I didn't do. I was thinking of quick excuses. My dog ate it? No everybody knows my mom is allergic to pets. Hmm, I was at sports? No, I'm to bust with track everyone knows I cant ALSO fit in other sports, and everyone knows track meets are Friday, not Wednesday. To tell the truth I was only at home watching TV. I wasn't watching TV just to flip though channels. I needed to watch the newest icarly episode, how was I supposed to know it would lead to an icarly MARATHON! I couldn't miss it. I think they should at least give me slack for that! I mean I always do my homework! This is just one time! I popped a piece of cherry gum in my mouth. It was sitting in my pocket for a while so it was soft and warm. Just the way I like it. Gum has this weird affect on me though. It makes me daydream more and get lost in my thoughts. Also I can't even blow a bubble! Last time I tried I got gum in my hair. So there I was daydreaming of pie. I know, I know, weird but yummy.
I heard a sharp voice crack, “SHELLY!” startled I blinked a few times realizing the teacher knew I was in dream land. She was quite used to this. But not getting any more happy about it. My teacher was old and has lots of wrinkles. She has a sharp nose like a witch. Shes just as scary as one too. So I sat there my face burning just as the bell rang for the next class. I scurried out of that class faster than I ever had before. Probably because my face was so red and my eyes had tears in them. I hated being yelled at. I checked my schedule. (I am the only person in my grade who still checks my schedule. I don't want to ever walk into the wrong class again like I did on my first day.) Yes!!! I had gym next. I loved gym because we run a lot in gym and I'm the fastest runner in my whole CLASS!! (I'm even faster than the boys!) I skipped happily, with my eyes gleaming with joy, into the gym humming my favorite tune by Ke$ha. I always loved how Ke$ha spells her name with $ I want to add something like that to my name. But I cant think of anything. I was shocked to see volley ball nets in the middle of our gym. I froze. I had never played volley ball before. I was horrified. A boy in class noticed my face and snickered, “Ha ha so your not Miss Perfect after all!” All the color drained out of my face. I held back tears. We were assigned groups. When I was assigned to a group everybody else in my group cheered. I felt the lump in my throat growing. My apposing team groaned and buried there faces in there hands as if to say, “We're done for.” I wanted to do the same thing. Luckily the other team served because I'm even worse at serving then hitting the ball. I think. I never tried but serving sure does look a whole lot harder. I was looking at my sweaty palms rapidly wiping then on my jeans when WAM! The volley ball hit me smack in my face. It was a soft ball so I had to keep playing. The next serve also came my way. I weakly hit it with one hand and it barely moved an inch. My team groaned so loudly. A girl who was supposedly my friend on the team also shot me a glare. I felt myself shrinking. Oh no! The ball came at me again! The other team must love to torture me because when I missed the ball everyone shot me dirty looks again. For once I couldn't wait until gym was OVER. Before I never wanted it to end. Now I know how my friends who dread gym feel.
The girl on my team who WAS my friend tripped me in the hall, she only giggled and said, “Oops, watch out, these are new shoes.” even though SHE was the one who stuck her foot way out. The lump in my throat was so big I ran out of school. Feeling the wind on my face as I ran was refreshing. I felt the tears streaming down my face as I ran. I looked back. I saw teachers far behind. I doubt they'd ever catch up. Not on foot at least. Since I was looking back I didn't see a car coming right toward me. So here I am in the hospital.
Well bye for now,
Shelly
I'm surprised Shelly actually did write in this journal. In kindergarten she had a faze of writing so much, or scribbling and saying it was writing. So I thought she still likes writing when this year she was a 7th grader and I got her a diary. Since I'm her MOM I thought she would at least TELL me when she grew out of the faze. Well I never saw her write in this diary. I guess she did it in secret. Not that she got...very far. So now here I am sneaking around in her room. Oh look! Her lucky butterfly necklace. If only...she looked a little longer...she would have found it. I also found her lucky pencil, her favorite blue teddy bear, her favorite pictures too! When I decided for everybody's sake I should stop sneaking around in her stuff. I've been crying a lot lately. I know sometimes I wasn't the best mom to Shelly. Since I was always so busy with work. Filling out papers, making phone calls. I highly regret that now. I hope someday somehow Shelly will read this. I am so truly sorry Shelly. All I can think about now is your look in the hospital...
Love always,
Mom
Hi Shelly,
Its me dad. I found this journal on your floor. I hope you don't mind me writing in it. Shelly I found a beautiful blue shell the other day. It reminds me of you! Its very special to me now. I wish you where here to see it. I hope you do get to see it someday. It has natural sparkles in it. Just like you. Sometimes I wonder if we should have named you star. After all you ARE our shining star. I remember when you ended your writing faze you would always dress up in moms big clothes and pretend you where a movie star. Remember for your 8th birthday I got you that scarf? You wouldn't stop wearing it and your mother always tried to get you to take it off. She would scold me for encouraging you to wear it. When you wear that scarf you would walk around with your head high. You where so brave. Just like you were in the hospital...
Love,
dad
Hey Shelly,
It's me, your teacher, Mrs. Creed. Your father showed me your journal, I hope its OK. He wanted to know if I wanted to leave my mark in here, Of course I said yes. I don't have much to say to you though. I always do wonder what you go off daydreaming about in class though. It really annoyed me. Because I know your a smart kid, and I don't want you to miss out on all the FUN FACTS!!! Shelly, don't get me wrong. I didn't yell at you to be MEAN I just didn't want you to fail or get a bad grade. You really are a smart kid. I was shocked when they called and said u where in the hospital...
Sincerely,
Mrs. Creed
Shelly,
I'm sorry about glaring at you in gym. Your my best friend, and I know your a fighter. Watch, you'll be out of the hospital in no time. You'll be fine, you always are. Anyways, I'm...sorry...
Your friend,
Marine
Exactly 3 days later,
Shelly died.