Diary of a 6th Grade Girl #2(6)

I was really nervous to call him, especially since I thought I knew what was coming. When he answered on the second ring, he said, “Hey baby!” It’s the same thing every time, and I couldn’t figure out what that meant. He was so cheerful and happy to hear my voice.

We talked for a few minutes, catching up about school and friends and stuff, before I even brought up the note. When I told him about it, he was quiet for a long time. Then he asked me if it had looked like his handwriting, because he hadn’t written it to me. He said that he had put another note in my locker this morning, apologizing for not being able to eat lunch with me, but he said that he missed me and I should give him a call after school. He had thought that was why I was calling him.

I didn’t get that note today, and I couldn’t remember whether or not it had looked like his writing. I had left the note in my locker, so I couldn’t check. I have no idea who gave me that note, but I’m going to wait in the library during lunch every day until I find out.

On the plus side, things are still going really good with Kyle. He had no idea about the rumors about him and some other girl, and he swears to me that they’re not true. I trust him, and I’m pretty sure that those rumors are just something that Kristy brought up to make me jealous or hurt my feelings. But I’m really happy with Kyle, and I can’t imagine him ever doing that to me.





Day 30



Dear Diary,



Lunch period is about to start. I already went to the cafeteria to get my food; the lunch ladies know I eat in the library, so they don’t mind if I get it a bit early. I wanted to make sure that I had my food and that I was here first. Whoever wrote me that note… I have a feeling that they’re going to show up today.

I’m not sure if they will, but I have a hunch about it. I’m sitting in the library right now, trying to finish my corn before they come. I couldn’t find the note today so that I could check the handwriting... My locker is such a mess right now, I really need to clean it out; the note is probably crumpled up at the bottom, under a pile of textbooks, notepads, and scrap paper. Oh well. I’ll find out who wrote me the note soon enough.

Hang on… someone’s coming. I’m going to put my diary away, in case it’s them. Wish me luck!