My First Entry
Every now and then I'll pick up a blank journal from my dusty book-shelf and write about my everyday life or what I'm feeling at the time. My name is Jasmine Kelly Freeman and I just turned fourteen. When I was six years old I began to write poetry and short stories but when I entered high school it seemed to be as if all of my time was sucked into a dimension-squeezing vacuum and just disappeared. Even though my schedule is still busy with advanced placement classes, dance team and swim team practice, I'm determined to write again, because writing feels my soul and gives me a sense of completion.Whenever I write in English class it never feels the same as free write. It feels mandatory and necessary because if I don't do it I'll have to say goodbye to my scholarship, then I won't even have the option of college. Even though this my freshman year of high school my parents keep shoving college in my face like I'm their forgetful secretaries and will never remember a word they tell me. Adding on to my busy life, my best friend Angela might have to move to Chicago. Her father might apply for a new job, but she never told me what kind of job it is. Since this is my third month of high school I'm pretty sure that our big swim tournament is coming up soon. Another bad thought is my seven year-old sister, Janetta, is really quiet right now so she has to be making a mess somewhere.
I know that it is a "might apply" but the thought of me losing Angie is unbearable. If she leaves I won't know what to do. It's like thinking of the color yellow and how bright and vibrant that color is and thinking of a sudden shadow of darkness covering its way over the only light that's in my view, just the thought of it is disturbing. Angie and I met when I was eight. We didn't click in the beginning because she was a year older than me, but that small difference began to change year after year and right now is where our relationship glows the most. We are now inseparable. Before I go to bed I'm going to go see what Janetta is doing before my parents get home from my mom's job's banquet. I am supposed to be babysitting you know.
by Amirh
Young Writers Camp, Oakland
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