Journal Entry Day 2:
When I woke up this morning, my head was full of plotting ideas on how to get away from Fenn so I could have a chance to talk to Mr. Creepy. I need to know what he meant by the prophecy he told and why his eyes glowed white. I just know deep down that he has the answers I need…answers to questions that have plagued me ever since I can remember.
But Fenn and I are both off today, so it makes it near impossible to get away without notice. It shouldn’t be that way either. I can usually slip away to the library or the grocery store without Fenn by my side. But I have never been able to lie to him. He can always tell when I’m hiding something…a quirk that is fast becoming annoying.
But if I’m being completely honest with myself and with you, maybe I just don’t want to admit that I don’t want to talk to Mr. Creepy alone. Sad to say because I’m a big girl, but I’ve always had Fenn there. He’s always made me feel protected. Maybe Mr. Creepy was right when he said Fenn was my fated protector. It’s strange to even think like that, even though deep down…I know it’s true.
And to prove my point, all my plotting and scheming to get away from Fenn came to a screeching halt when I noticed he had packed my old bookbag. The timing is impeccable. He planned a day out for us! We never go out. We never have enough money to do anything, let alone take a day to really just act our age. He says he wants a day of normalcy between us. No creepy guys, no incidents with fire…just two 18-year-olds relaxing on their day off. I wonder if it’s just a ploy to keep me from pushing him to find Mr. Creepy?
We shall see how it turns out. I have to admit, my stomach is full of frenzied butterflies! Even if he has ulterior motives, I still can’t help the heat behind my skin from thinking about us going out together. I don’t know why, but I feel like something is right around the corner. And not your average incident either. Something colossal is about to happen. I just hope that it waits until after this day. I want Fenn to be happy, and if this is what it takes, a surprise trip, then it has to go according to plan. He deserves nothing less.
He’s honking at me. Gotta go!