Chapter 97

{Keyboard typing}
Today's entry 16/08/09
Same Day (hehe)
*Dear diary...
Don't ‘at' me, I know it's the same day but I am used to being in school by this time, so just bear with me as I offload all my thoughts and frustrations down here. You're wondering why I would be frustrated when it's not even noon?
Do you have brothers? I doubt, because if you do, you'd recognize hell when you see it. I was thinking about something earlier, it would be very nice if we could somehow have our journals in a form of an AI.
Then it would be like actually leaving records of our lives for an intelligence that doesn't just keep a record like all journals do but also communicate with us as we do so. Then I can relax and write to it like I'm doing now without appearing like a child in front of my annoying brothers.
They have absolutely no idea how relaxing it is to document your everyday activity and thoughts. I mean, why else do people pay money to see therapists? It mostly is because they have no other friends and they need to air out their thoughts.
I don't mean those people like Stacey that have serious issues and need one, I mean those attention seekers that blame everything on their mental health and hire therapists just to have someone that would listen to their whining and awful behaviors without condemning them.
If I ended up as a therapist, boy oh boy, I am going to let those posers know they are as shitty as their characters and a therapist wasn't what they needed but a character development of their own or else they were going to get sued for wasting my time. People are just unbelievable.
As much as I want to talk about the different type of people I've encountered in just 10 years of my life on earth, it wasn't worth my time. My main focus is the people in my life that had complicated relationships in a way that annoys the shit out of me but somehow doesn't bother them at all.
Like, you're okay with being so confused about your feelings? What ever happened to talking about how you feel? Actively communicating about what you feel towards a human that all they could do is reject you? Adults were totally more complicated than they even could understand.
Okay, before I end up writing so many things that aren't even related to the reason I came here, let's get down to business. Do you remember Stacey's crush and the kiss they shared? I had doubt in my mind when she denied Franklin's involvement in it. I mean, they spend way too much of their time together.
It was a given for me to think he was the one she had kissed and then done the performed the whole Cinderella drama with such excellence it was supposed to be studied. Kissing the prince and then running away leaving a shoe behind was the perfect Cinderella story. A glass slipper was even involved in the whole thing, my type of fairytale story which enough mushy mushy stuff.
In Stacey's case, there was no shoe been left behind but I am sure you get the context. It was way too similar to not make acknowledgment of. Anyways, I had a feeling it was Franklin after I had overheard the not too private conversation they had had the same day Stacey had came to me with tales of her own kiss.
Coincidence? I don't think so. It just seemed too perfect to be a coincidence. There's this saying I may have invented but still loved anyways, it goes, 'When you're in search of something that wouldn't benefit you, not in one bit, but would prove you have good detective skills. Things just somehow, in a weird way, start aligning for you and before you know it, you would end up sneaking up on your brother kissing" Okay, that last part wasn't necessary, it was gross but it proves a point, doesn't it?
Anyways, I have finally solved the mystery after days of sneaking and poking my head into affairs that have absolutely nothing to do with me. I even went as far as going through Stacey's journal for the second time. I know, I know, it's a crazy thing to do. The first time wasn't funny at all but twos a charm or so they say. Well, that's one case checked off my bucket list of detective findings.
One more thing, Danny recently...
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Usually engrossed in the screen and her majorly beloved journal writing, the typist didn't notice her brother storm into the room until her hand was yanked off the keyboard so roughly, she was sure he had left a bruise.
'Quit typing stupid things down and come help me look for Mum's laptop!" He screamed at her as she hurriedly clasped her wrist with her other hand. Shooting him daggers from her eyes, she yelled even louder than he had done,
'Do you want to impair me?!!" If he had at least shown some remorse for what he had done, she would have considered it a mistake and something he had done cause he was frustrated. She also hated calling out to someone over and over again but it was not like that. There was absolutely no form of remorse in his eyes or actions as he turned and walked out of the room.
'Shouldn't you apologize for almost killing me?!" The typist yelled at her brother's retreating figure. Even more than Janice Brooke who had made bullying her the only reason she existed, the typist hated her brothers more. Most especially the one that had almost ripped her arm off.
Had he said something about a laptop? She had been too busy trying to contain her anger that was boiling over from the throbbing in her arm and the entry in her laptop that had been cleared. Thankfully, there was a way to retrieve the files so she did that first. The second thing on her agenda was to have her revenge on her stupid brother who had a very high IQ but lacked common sense.