jammie's story day 11Dear journal-Today is September 24th. I write to you from my roof. I am a bit confused. Jessica, Ian's girlfriend, says she likes me. But
she can't do that can she? She said not to tell Ian, so I assume that she can't. Even if we could date, I'm not allowed to have a relationship. When I entered school, my parents laid out the rules for me. No getting sick, playing sports, having friends, and absolutely no relationships. They taught me about sex right then and told me if I get a girlfriend, I'm going to get an std and could not be a donor anymore. Pretty heavy information for a five year old. I know that not everyone carries sickness, but I don't want a relationship anyway. I personally think 14 year olds should not be in relationships
And, I don't really like her anyway. She is
jammie's story day 10Dear journal-Today is September 23rd. Sorry I did not write yesterday, I was with Ben /all day/. When I got home, I just crashed. He is doing a bit better. When he was sick, he got really pale, but now he is almost back to normal. Even though I am still mad about those doctors stealing my kidney, I'm glad it is making him better. He did get in an argument with my parents over the surgery though. And guess what
they blamed me for making him mad at them. They scolded me about it on the way home. I don't know how in the WORLD it could be /my/ fault, but apparently /everything/ is! If I was born before Ben started to become sick, I bet they would have blamed that on me too
Well, you know what? I blame them.
jammie's story day 9Dear journal-Today is September 21st. I am grounded for a month. No computer for me. But you know what? It was worth it. Ian talked to me more through the day and we sat together at lunch with all his friends and girlfriend. I'm going to school tomorrow, no matter what my parents say. But, oh man, what am I going to do without my computer?! What about another childhood story? Let me think
Oh, I got one. When I was four (this is my earliest memory) I met a girl down the street. You know when you are little, every other kid your age fascinates you? Well
Then my parents found out I left the house (my brother was watching me but he fell asleep). My parents got home from work to see me playing on a jungle gym in the girl's back yard. Her parents were inside and not really paying attention. I go
jammie's story day 8Dear journal-Today is September 20th. I write to you from my first period study hall. I snuck out to go to school
I'm going to be grounded for life
But it was so weird, when I sat down in my chair for homeroom, the boy in front of me turned around and started talking to me. He asked why I was gone and I told him I was in the hospital. We talked until announcements started. I was so happy to talk to someone, is this what it is like to have friends? I'm going to try talking to him again (he is some of my other classes). Ian
my possible first friend.
jammie's story day 7Dear journal-Today is September 19th. I am writing to you from my bed again. I am home and bored out of my mind. All I'm doing all day is watching clouds pass. TV is so boring during the day and there is nothing to do on my computer
So, really, this journal is my only entertainment at the moment. I'm sure I'm not going to get a good grade on it anyway, because I know I can't write in it every day. Now I'm just doing this for fun and to vent. So, shall I tell you about my childhood? When I was five Ben started going to the hospital regularly and I asked my parents why. That was when they told me he was sick and they then told me my purpose for life. I asked why I had to give him parts of my body and they told me that was their only reason for having me, so I ran away. It was a bit pathetic, I only got a few blocks until my father found me.
jammie's story day 6Dear journal-Today is September 18th. My parents, as expected, called me in sick from school. I'm not sick, this is just to prevent me from getting sick. I get to stay in my bed all day. Outdoors is out of the question. I feel like just going back to sleep and never waking up. At least in my dreams I can have a life. In my dreams, I have friends and I play soccer. That is my favorite sport. I watch people in gym play it all the time. My parents pulled me out of gym so I would not get hurt, so I just sit on the sidelines until they can find someplace to put me. Maybe, some day
I can play too.