dear diary | p – party #atozchallenge

Dear Diary,

There’s a party tomorrow night in my dorm. The Woodman party is kind of a big thing on campus… a tradition. But I don’t want to go. No, it’s not the stupid beer pong. It’s Hannah. I’ve successfully avoided her for a few days but that ended today. Kind of.

I saw Ethan talking to a few guys outside the student center this afternoon. Before I got close enough for him to notice me, Hannah came from the other direction and inserted herself into the guys’ conversation. I slowed down and changed direction because I really did not want to have to interact with Hannah and Ethan at the same time. It bothered me. A lot. Probably more than it should have.

But despite my little detour, I heard part of their conversation. And when I did, I stopped just around the corner of the building to listen. And as it turned out, to torture myself.

Hannah invited them to the Woodman party. As ‘her guests’. Like it’s her party. She doesn’t even live in Woodman. I do. Not that that gives me any special ownership over the event… but still. What the hell? And the really sickening part was the way they were falling all over her. Okay, to be fair, I only heard two voices other than Hannah’s. Neither sounded like Ethan. But still. I knew they were all going to go to that party with Hannah. God, she can’t even ask one guy… she has to ask four.

And one of them is mine.

Well, I wish he was mine.

I had to get the hell out of there. I could feel my eyes stinging… I knew tears were coming. I took a deep breath, clutched my books to my chest and started walking as fast as I could. I heard Hannah call out my name but I pretended I didn’t. I just kept walking straight toward my dorm.

Even when I heard my name a second time, I kept going.

Even though I knew the second voice was Ethan.

what sandra thinks

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‘Dear Diary’ is fiction based on actual events.
Any similarities to your college life is purely coincidental.
Any similarities to mine is entirely intentional.

©2018 what sandra thinks

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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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78 Responses to dear diary | p – party #atozchallenge

  1. Nice: those were the days …

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  2. What a bitch. 😠

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  3. Meg says:

    I cannot wait for this girl to get her just desserts! 👿

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  4. I knew girls like her. I think they were so unsure of their worth that they didn’t think they had anything to offer a guy but sex. Teenagers and early 20s, so much insecurity! It would be interesting to see where girls like her are 20 years after college and if they ever learned to be friends or not!

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  5. Marquessa says:

    Hannah needs to learn a lesson. Will that lesson come from you???😉

    Liked by 1 person

  6. jrvincente says:

    She didn’t stop for Ethan!? Oh dear. 😦 I hope it works out!!

    Jayden R. Vincente
    Erotic Fiction Writer

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  7. Lana Cole says:

    I nominated you for the Liebster Award! I just wanted to let you know I appreciate your writing! 🙏😊

    Liked by 1 person

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