Rhett: 3

The summer is almost over. Another week or two and I should probably start school. It was always my parent's plan that I attend Brown University like my dad and all his uncles did. I never wanted to, and I don't want to now. They know what they wanted to do and I have no idea. 

A letter came today, on professional letterhead wherein my parents "request that you do not return home." What kind of message is that? They couldn't call, they had to write. Was I really that much of a disappointment that I can't come home? Who do they think they are anyway? I can do just fine without them. So, now I'm stuck with a decision. What do I do now?

Things have been going really good. I've gotten into a routine here at the library. I wake up in the morning, make breakfast and then work on whatever part of the house Myles wants me to. Then I make a quick sandwich, explore a little during lunch, and keep working until 5. Then I make dinner. Afterwards I'm left to myself. There is no tv or computer here, so at first I drew. Everything I saw I copied down with graphite. Then I got bored. You can only draw so many desert landscapes. 

The sign is fixed and painted a bright green with white letters on it. The house is almost finished with its paint job but I still have to work on the trim. Books are still all over the place. Myles says that the person who was supposed to work on them is taking longer to arrive than he had hoped. Everyday for a while I would trip on the same books. I just kept tripping until I finally fixed the books, and stacked them neater. At first, one of the books fell from the top of a stack and it actually looked cool, so I took it to my bedroom and decided to read it. Reading isn't actually that bad if you do it. After I finished that one, I found another one to read and I just keep finding books to read. I put the books I finish on the windowsill and now several are resting there. 

If any people from my past were to see me now, they would hardly recognize me. I used to think that books were stupid. Now I can't stop reading them. I really am lucky that I work at a library now. I make minimum wage, and I work from 8-5. It's not a bad deal. I spend the weekdays at work, make deliveries on Sunday, and am free to my own devices on Saturday. I've been spending a lot of my Saturdays in town especially at Fanny's Diner. A lot of the townspeople eat there on a daily basis. The town isn't very big. There is a hardware store, an arcade, movie theatre that plays movies two years later than the big cities, a grocery store, Fanny's Diner, a school building, a small church and not much else. Most of the people are nice, but there are still some rude people. 

Fanny enjoys having me over I thnk, I'm still a tourist and she likes to share gossip with me about all the other patrons. Her niece partakes and we've gotten to know each other. Gene is nice but she's too talkative for me. I wonder if it's her I don't like, or the fact she comes from the small town and loves to talk. Last night she asked me if I would go to church with her. I told her that if I got all my deliveries done then I would try. So we will see if I actually make it. 

The most important thing right now is to decide what I want to do with my future. Should I stay, or should I go?  Should I stay, or should I go? Should I stay, or should I go? Should I stay, or should I go? Should I stay, or should I go? Should I stay, or should I go? Should I stay, or should I go? Should I stay, or do I go...

I closed my journal and sat back. That was the ultimate decision, what do I do? I looked at the clock on the wall and got up to do deliveries.

The red truck hadn't gotten any better. It had low suspension and paint cracking on the sides. I imagined that the books could fall if I drove too crazy. I probably could in this small town and not get a ticket. Heck even in Reno id be good unless I did it in front 








 

Brie: 2

"I can't do this anymore."

"Why, things are good this way. I don't have to worry about anyone finding out."

"No, but I do. What if they find out about this? They'll begin to think its suspicious me always taking long trips with no good reason to be gone."

I gave him a look that made him immediately reply, "Brie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I'm worried about you." 

"I'm just not ready. Can we wait?"

"Just for a little more."