Private Journal Entry - MARCH 8, 2006

It's just me again. Somehow I'd forgotten. Not that it would matter so much, but if there were others, perhaps this wouldn't be so hard. I didn't think about the tests I might face. I know I can face them, but still.

I wish I could thank Gavin for holding me. Maybe I can trust him.

I screamed at Janie yesterday. Not the best way to make a friend, but I wouldn't want her anyways. I still can't believe she would have let him die.

I'm not used to this journal thing. I always wanted one when I was little. A little pink book with a lock on the side. That I could hide the key. Hide my secrets. This isn't quite the same. But it puts a little lock up in the corner when I tell it to.

Can anybody hear me? I hope not.