MAYBE I NEED TO BE FAMOUS?
Another good deed, another day I looked at my journal, to count them until they hopefully pay off. My journal and I, had been friends since I hit this stage of life. One more deep sigh, from being overlooked like gum under the seat, as I walked past the school locker corridor. The stomping of feet and invisible feeling to others blew past me like winds on a tree leaf. I was still on the first few pages of my journal, which were already filled up. Awaiting to make my new entry, with a deep sigh. My pondering mind went at it, with questions again. Why hasn’t she looked at me and why haven’t the “cool kids” acknowledged me? Maybe I need new clothes? I need to stand up to someone? My stomach suddenly clenched inside out and my heart pumped faster than a sprinter straight out of a race, at the clicking of her heels. As the rose scented perfume wafted past me, I dared to take another chance to reach out, with a flinching smile. “Hey! Hey! Hi Cathy! Did you check my new post on soci