1001 Horror Story

Damned Diary

The atmosphere this afternoon was very bright. It seems that all students are making the best use of rest time. Maybe so that by the time the next lesson begins they will not feel tense. Many students passed by in front of my class freely. But not with me.

Just because when I first got in trouble, I had to stand in front of the class until school time. And after this punishment was over, there was still one more punishment that uploaded me. And that punishment is, cleaning the schoolyard. Really sucks. That problem wasn't my fault.

“Lucy, sorry yes.” Rani while looking at me. “We are friends. Want to keep sinking?” he tugged at my hand.

“Temen sih. But if you get punished do not jump dong!” ketus.

“Iya-iya. Sorry deh.” Rani kept looking at me with a face like she was going to cry to make me feel sorry. My best friend knows how to stop getting angry at her.

When the school was quiet, Rani and I were still sweeping in the schoolyard. The clock in my hand showed me at half-time. But the trash in the yard hasn't run out either. Huh! Really troublesome.

“Hore! Finally our work is done too.” I said with great pleasure after seeing that the page we had cleaned up had been clean.

“Oh, yes Lucy. I have to go home first, Nich. Half an hour later I have English. You don't papa if you have to throw away your own garbage?” ask Rani.

“Hm... how ya?” I thought for a moment. “Ya has already. No papa.” I said with a faint smile.

“Ok. That's what I am first!” Rani leaves after picking up her bag in class.

Actually, carrying this trash can alone will definitely feel heavy. But since Rani helps me a lot, so I'll take this in return.

I'm pinning the place to the container. Because the container is a little high, I have to lift the trash can so I can remove the contents. Really heavy. My arm is hurting. After the trash bin was empty, I immediately stepped my foot to go to class. But after a few times, I stopped my steps. Now my eyes are on a blue book near the container. I put down the trash I brought and picked up the book.

“This diary?” ask me while opening one by one the sheets of the book. It looks like this book has been thrown out. I saw the red text written in the book. I was so hard to read that, but I still couldn't. Tita used very thin has also worn off like exposed to water.

“Yes geez. It's like this hour!” I cried after glancing at my watch which had shown at 02:05. I put the book back in its place and reached for the trash and ran to class.

After locking the class, I hurried off from school. But when I got to the gate, my steps stopped. I remember the diary I found. Suddenly a strange feeling approached me. I really wanted to take it and bring it home. But all I know is that the diary has been shabby and wasted.

Without a second thought I immediately ran towards the container. Although I had felt tired since then, I still forced myself to run faster. When I arrived, I could no longer find the diary.

“Any. Did I put it here? Could anyone else have picked it up?” i wondered. I was trying to find that diary around where I put it.

I finally found it. I saw that diary was inside a trash can left by another class. Maybe someone else found it after I left and threw it away because he thought it was rubbish. If that's true, it's lucky the guy didn't take it.

This afternoon I sat down by the window. There were so many things I thought about that made my head feel dizzy. One of the things I think about is the Bahasa Indonesia task that will be collected tomorrow. But the main problem is not that. What makes my head dizzy is how do I do pr if the book is not there? It was also my fault for accidentally eliminating it.

“Oh, yes! His diary!” I cried after remembering the diary book, I took my bag to look for it as well as a pen that I will use to write down the experience I experienced today.

“Dear diary. 3 days ago I accidentally omitted my Indonesian book. How huh? Tomorrow I have a task to take. Where the teacher is fierce again. When I want to be punished again rich?

If I could, I would ask that Mr. Ahmad not come to teach tomorrow. Whatever the reason I want him to not be able to teach. And one more request. I want my book to meet as soon as possible.”

Classes are so crowded today. It really is like a market. I saw my friends constantly pacing to approach his friend who was on the other bench. While I was still pounding while looking at the door for fear that Mr. Ahmad suddenly came and immediately checked his pr. I can't imagine any human being who will befall me today.

“Woi! How to fuck?” Rani screamed right in my ear to surprise me.

I looked at him annoyed. ”Ih, disturb people!” grumbling irritated. Suda early in the morning stress, again. How not to get more stress?

“Iya deh, I'm sorry.” He said after sitting next to me.

“Oh, yes. Where is Ahmad? How did it not look?” manya curious.

“You don't know?” Rani looked at me seriously.

“What?”

“Today Mr. Ahmad could not teach. He said it hurts again.”

I was stunned to hear Rani's reply. “Sick?” my inner. The feeling yesterday Mr. Ahmad can still teach in the next class. How does it hurt now? But nevermind. Doesn't that mean it's my lucky day? This way I won't be punished. I still have a week to find the book.

“Bosen nih. Main yuk!” bring Rani.

“Main what?”

“Pancasila there are five bases but wear slab.”

“Ok. Agree.” I opened my bag to pick up a notebook to get a piece of paper. But instead of getting a piece of paper, I got the thing I've been looking for all this time.

“This right?” I asked while staring at my Indonesian book which is now in my bag. But why is it here? Can't I find this book yet? Ah, this must be just a coincidence.

Every day I write about all the problems I have in this book. Whether it's fun or sad I still don't care. But after filling the diary sheets, I realized one thing, that after I wrote the request in this diary, then a few moments later my request must have been granted. Ever since I realized that, I kept writing all my requests in the diary. Because I'm sure that my request will be granted.

When I met her, my chest was always pounding. When I saw her smile, my heart felt flowery. When I heard her voice, my heart felt peace. She is the one who made my day beautiful because she has made me feel love.

In this place I can always let go of all my fatigue. When looking at the sky from the window of the room, it felt like all the fatigue was gone. Especially after I had that diary. It's great that all my requests get granted every day. It's just that this diary book sheet won't be able to grant all of my wishes that have this much hope. But I don't give a shit. Although the sheet of this book is only 3 sheets, but I will still write my request on this one.

“Dear diary's. I liked him a long time ago. When he was around me, I wanted to say that I liked him. Why can't you always? Every time I want to say it, it feels like my tongue and lips are so stiff that I can't say a word.

Dear diary's. I hope he has the same feelings as me. If that's true, I'd love him to express his feelings to me. And when he says it, I hope I can also say that I like him too.”

May my hope this one be fulfilled as I had hoped before. But why do I feel unsure. Every time I write another wish, I always believe that my hope will be fulfilled. Why not now? Is it because I'm too nervous?

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