Wednesday Journal Entry, Week 32 ½
March 29th 2023 – Karina Lafayette
I remember the first time I saw him. I remember the last time I saw him. I came back to my locker to get something and on my way out, he was standing at his, getting ready to leave, too. I turned to him and said “bye”. I had to repeat it twice, and I’m not sure if he didn’t hear me the first time, or if he just didn’t want to look at me. Finally he turned around to say it… “Bye”. I left. It was silly, but I almost imagined like in the movies, that he would chase after me and ask that I stay. It was raining, just hard enough so no one could tell I was crying. He didn’t chase me. He came to work in his car, so part of me hoped that he’d pull over instead. He didn’t. I just kept marching on to the bus stop.