As the evening approached, Roland made a decision to go straight to bed early, but before he did he wanted to write into his journal about the day and what he had experienced before it came to an end. As he grabbed both the journal and the pen out of his top drawer in his room, he walked over towards his mattress and sat down beginning to open up the book and ready to write down his passage. Before he could, he heard a knock and looked to realize he was interrupted by Steven who was getting ready for his shower wearing only a pair of jeans and decided to say a few things at his bedroom door before doing so. 

[i]“Hey. Getting ready to write again huh? Well my parents just wanted me to come up and tell you that we have some leftovers from dinner earlier so if we want to take that with school with us tomorrow instead of eating the cafeteria food they said to go ahead. Just wanted to let you know.”[/i]

Roland nodded his head to an understanding as he replied.[i] “Sounds good. All right then I’ll see you in the morning. Good night Steven.”[/i] As Steven waved at him for a goodnight and proceeded to his shower, Roland got back to his journal as he thought for a minute what to put down. While thinking, he kept his eraser part of the pencil onto his chin for a quick second trying to think, but then pressed somewhat hard to realize a small sting of pain he felt from earlier, and then he remembered. As the thought of his memory had hit him, he gripped his pencil firmly and pressed it down into an empty page of his journal as he began to write.

[u]Roland’s evening summary, Tuesday

Another day gone, one that had me face something quite unusual…..or someone in that matter. Where she came from or why she was here only stands as a mystery right now, but it’s one I tend to figure out and solve. Some girl named Avery….some new girl that just came out of nowhere, and….well….I really don’t know how to describe her. She seemed so scared and fragile, yet smart and intelligent as well. I even hurt myself trying to get her to talk to me, and even though she helped me, she still took off wanting me to stay away from her. 

It doesn’t make any sense, and it’s leaving me confused as to what to do. Maybe I should just leave her alone and let her be.

But then again, I don’t let things go so easily. Maybe if I can find someway to help her, then maybe….just maybe I might actually find out more about her. Maybe become her friend or something…..that’s if she wants to be, maybe be her only friend. From the looks of it she seems alone, maybe not, but still. I’m going to try again tomorrow, due to the fact that she left me her treatment pad, so that could be a start.[/u]

As he closed up his journal, he got up and put it back in his top drawer, flipped off the light, and returned to his bed for a good nights sleep. Before he closed his eyes, he silently said something to himself, then went to sleep.

[i]“I’m not giving up. I never give up.” [/i]