Chapter 13: Journal Entry 2

Journal Entry 2

Hey there, journal. Well, its past AP exams now, I think I did alright. We cybered for the first time, maybe a week ago. Shit, we’ve only been officially dating for a month or so. It seems like forever.

I know I claimed him as mine quite a while ago, but it still feels odd, especially since I can’t tell anyone I don’t trust with my life. I told Kaley. Well, I take that back. She guess from my elevated mood that Monday when I picked her up to go to school. I had gotten up early and bought her a coffee, even though I don’t drink the stuff.

Mine. Roger Clavell. Well, no, that’s not his name. William Roger Clavell Junior. That’s his full name. He’s one of the odd ducks that goes by his middle name.

There’s a lot about his past I don’t know about. I’ve seen pictures, and he’s told me stories. He loves telling me stories. I think he’d give the world just to make me smile. And I do, often, especially lately. He’s been having some trouble with Chris and Tina, the bitch that cheated on him and the man who he broke afterwards. Seems they’re getting married in the lot next to his house. No, I’m not joking. So he’s kinda keeping himself inside the house so he doesn’t do something stupid.

I’d have to say the US exam was the hardest one for me to do. It was an insane amount of stuff to do. I had to do a ton of essays, a ton of multiple choice questions, one being on the reason Bill Clinton was impeached. Honestly! Calculus was second… followed by Psych and then Music Theory. Anyway I haven’t written much because I’ve been…busy. You know how it goes. Shelving books three times a week, plus homework (which has lightened up a lot since those damn exams), plus laundry and friends have kept me away from my journal.

So we’ve been figuring, and for the most part, we’ve decided we’re screwed for a while. If Roger came up here this summer, there’s a large chance that my parents would find out. Well, a small chance in my opinion, but he’s paranoid. I swore to him we wouldn’t have sex, but he said that if we were caught alone in a room together, they could prosecute him. He doesn’t want to go to jail, and I don’t want him to either. But a year is a long time to wait. I suppose its better than if he was a soldier across the ocean stuck in a huge middle eastern war, with no way to communicate except the occasional letter, but I don't personally know anyone in that situation, so its different.

And then there’s the problem of me going to college and getting an education. My education will never come after a relationship, no matter who it is, and I know he wouldn’t prevent me from doing anything that I wanted to do. But college means another four to six years, depending on the major I choose, of living without him. Possibly, if I go around here, seeing him only once or twice a year, because neither of us are exactly abundant in financial funds.

Who knows where we’ll be in a year? Hopefully, still together. He’d be able to see me at this time next year, so its not that bad. Right?

-Storm