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breathed in for air. I opened the diary that I’d been holding for quite
some time now. Then I flipped on the pages some more as I trod down the
pavement back to my apartment.
    All the other entries were about that jerk. I couldn’t
believe that I had spent so much time and effort on him. He was not totally
worth it.
    I suddenly felt the urge of ripping the pages and throwing
them off to the air. Yeah, like the one you’d seen in movies where the lead
girl angrily tore the pages and sent the pieces flying everywhere. But then I
remembered that for the last few days, I was not acting like my usual self. My
neighbors might doubt my sanity even more so I’d rather not make that kind of
scene now.
    And let them call a mental institution on my behalf.
    Nevertheless, despite my muggy mood, I hurriedly scanned through
everything. I clearly knew that Carter Ross was out of the picture anyway
because we broke up during sophomore. Sophomore was like twelve years ago. In
case the fortune-teller didn’t know math, that would be the only time I’d
consider Carter Ross. And I’d rather not cultivate the budding hatred that I
was feeling right now for him, yet again. If there was someone who should ask
for forgiveness, it was him and not me. Not in a million bad luck would that
fact ever change.
    I turned on the pages some more. Then after a while, another
name came along—John Brooks. I felt a click in my head as his name echoed in my
mind.
    John Brooks. Glasses. John Brooks. Nerdy glasses. John
Brooks. Overalls. Eww.
    Slowly, it came back to me—the memories of my old friend and
confidant, John Emerson Brooks. It was too much of a coincidence that I also
happened to use his name when I lied to my dad earlier. It must have had been
second instinct. I mean, I did use his name a lot before whenever I was making
up excuses. He was that kind of a good person that whenever my parents would
hear his name, my actions would instantly be justified.
     
    February 19, 1998
    Dear Diary,
    He’s annoying! I officially declare. He’s a nerd alright and
that alone scares the heck out of me. His fashion sense is way down low. I mean
come on, why is he wearing his grandpa’s trousers and not to mention the
suspenders to school. And that bow tie almost killed me. My eyes widened in
shock and my heart thumped fast. Oh, not because I like him but rather it’s because
of the anger that flared inside of me for he was like the worst dressed person
on earth. And he did what? Confessed to me or whatever you call it. Argh. How
dare he? Who even gave him the right to like me? Hello... earth to Mr. John
Brokes, I don’t even know if I got his name right, we’re not on the same page.
    Here’s the annoyed,
    Kayla
     
    I laughed a little as I remembered how our first encounter
had been. As resenting as that entry sounded, things got a lot better after
that day. I was actually given the chance to know him more. And he turned out
to be a good guy despite his repulsive appearance. I suddenly felt like reading
some more about our good old days but then I felt a string being pulled in my
heart as I recalled how things hadn’t gone that well after graduation. Some
things had happened and it sort of put off the friendship that we once had.
    I stood there for a moment in front of my apartment door and
blinked twice before I realized who that fortune teller was talking about. The
answer was right in front of me. I didn’t have to go through all the pages to
know who that old lady was talking about.
    It was him, definitely him.
    I shook my head a little in realization that it was Mr. John
E. Brooks all along. Of all people, he was the supposedly ‘sincere soul’ that I
had offended. But then it couldn’t be. He was too good to even build up hatred
towards me. I mean, he was the nicest person on earth. How could he hate me?
His pure heart would never do that.
    Did he take it too personally after I dumped him for
Jonathan? Come on, he should have had realized