January 28th, 2004

Dear diary, remind me never to read ahead in class.

I finished Julius Caesar ahead of everyone else, and apparently it’s a spoiler that Caesar dies. Mrs. Baxter doesn't give Mr. Boiardi's history class enough credit.

AND APPARENTLY giving a spoiler for some crap crud no one in the class cares about is a three-day detention-worthy “disciplinary infraction.” Poof! There goes my perfect record this year. First year that I made it to winter break without a write-up, too. When I went to the office to get my detention slip, Henry was there too. Crazy, right?! It’s like fate or something. Anyways, we’re going to spend all day together the next three days… I mean it will be in silence, with the kinda smelly old lady who runs detention, so it’s not like a honeymoon getaway or anything… but it kinda is <3!

-Flustered, Hopeful, and laughing to herself a bit too much, Emma

January 29th, 2004

Dear diary, I’ve finally went crazy.

While sitting in detention today, I think I finally worked up the guts to tell Henry how I feel… tomorrow I’m going to put a note in his locker. I was going lightheaded next to him in detention all day. His arms are nicer than I thought, too. When he smiled at me, I couldn’t read for a good hour. I just sat there going over the same few paragraphs without taking them in. I felt so stupid. It was like a black hole was sucking in and crushing everything, but in a good way, if that makes sense. Wish me luck!

-Yeah definitely crazy, Emma

January 30th, 2004

Henry didn’t say anything about the note I slipped into his locker, not in class, not while we were waiting for the bus, nothing.

Everything hurts. I hope he says something tomorrow.

“Crazy” Why would you actually say “Crazy” in your stupid little love note, Emma! Why?!

Ugh.

-Emma

January 31st, 2004

She can’t see this but you can, it’s on her diary page, but she is unable to read it.

It is only here, in the collection, that it can be seen.

She has to be on the island, so it was made to happen.

Do you understand now, that there is no negotiation with fate, Mr. Lawson?

It will not sleep much longer.

February 1st, 2004

I don’t remember what happened yesterday. At all. It would be scaring the crap out of me if I wasn’t blown away by Henry literally picking me up and hugging me tightly the moment I saw him this morning. We’re dating, apparently. I can’t… Remember anything, from yesterday. It’s just a blank. Like when you didn’t study for a test and you have no idea who was the first person to climb Mount Everest. The information just isn’t there.

My diary is even dated with nothing there underneath. I’m not going to tell anyone about it unless something like this happens again. I’m just gonna consider it a bit of divine intervention. Henry and I are meant to be, so the universe made it happen. That has to be it. I’m gonna go hang out at Sarah’s place tonight to celebrate.

There are several Large hearts drawn quickly on the Diary Page.

In love, Emma!