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My therapist thought this was a good idea, so here we are.
I don't know who exactly I'm supposed to be writing to. Myself I guess, although it seems kind of redundant since these are all thoughts I'm already thinking. I'm just gonna pretend I'm writing an imaginary friend.
Hi, I'm Cole Brookstone. My life isn't exactly spectacular, so don't expect these entries to be all that interesting. I'm only writing in this little book because my therapist thought it would be a good idea. Apparently this is supposed to help soothe my 'unresolved pent up anger' or whatever. I mean, sometimes I like to stuff the school yard bullies into lockers but I wouldn't say I struggle with 'pent up rage.'
My dad wasn't keen on it, and told me journal keeping was for tween girls. So I'm just gonna keep you in my bag for the time being. I'm 18, born on August 25th, 1992. Apparently that makes me a Virgo according to some of my online friends which dad hates. I don't really understand all of that astrology stuff, but it's pretty cool. I go to Autumn Pines High School, part of the 2011 graduating class. I'm in band, although this is gonna be my last year since I'm graduating, which is kinda scary to think about but hey, I'm optimistic. I play clarinet, although in my free time, I like to play my bass, which in my opinion, I'm way better at.
There isn't really a lot about me to really go in depth on. My friends are cool though. I've got my own little posse that really helps make the hours fly by. First we have Kai, who's my boyfriend. He's also a senior. We've known each other since we were kids. He's in band too, but he's in the percussion line. He even has his own kit at his place. Sometimes I'll take my bass over, and we'll play together. His mom thinks we should start a garage band, but honestly...I'd prefer it to just be me and him on this. It's our own special thing, ya know?
Then there's Kai's sister, Nya. She's two years younger than us. She's in the science club with her boyfriend Jay, who is also in our little group. Funny story, he used to absolutely despise me because he thought I had the hots for her. That was back in sophomore year though. I don't know what he was thinking honestly. First of all, she was an eighth grader at the time. Jay could have gotten away with dating her because he was a freshman, but me? Not a chance. Besides, I'm gay. (Also something dad isn't happy about.) But when jay found out, he was cool. We were really good friends after that.
Zane is Jay's best friend, which makes us friends. I like him, he's cool. He's a little off, but honestly, that's what makes him interesting. He's pretty blunt, but he means well. It's funny because he'll say one of the most blunt, in your face statements known to man with a friendly smile on his face. That's landed him in a few lockers, but he means well. Most people leave him alone now because I'm his friend.
That's one of the perks of being one of the biggest guys in school I guess.
Lloyd is a weird case. He's that one freshman that the seniors kinda just adopted. He's the principal's kid, and since both my parents, and Kai's parents are friends with the school staff, he hangs with us a lot. Honestly, I like the kid. Kai likes to pick on him, but it's more in like a brotherly love type of way. It's sweet. He'll make a good dad one day.
My school life is alright, but my home life is kinda weird. My mom is really sick. She's had this condition that weakens her immune system for as long as I can remember. When I was little, she used to be able to handle flu season just fine. It would take her a little longer to get through the flu than most people but for the most part she was fine. Now, every head cold means a hospital visit. At least she hasn't lost her spark yet.
I spend most of my free time taking care of her. Our aunt Casey is living with us to help her out when Dad isn't around, but Mom needs all the help she can, with Dad being a cop and all. I don't mind it so much. You get used to seeing pill bottles, IV drips and appointment cards laying around everywhere. It's just a part of life now. It's not the monster in the dark it used to be when I was a little kid.
I think I'll write more later. My hand's getting tired, and I can hear my dad coming upstairs. I'll try to remember to write something new later.
See ya.