It’s real early in the morning, or late at night, whatever.
Kenny came by today. Marcus and Kenny and I went to church together.
Jenna and Tenielle were there. I gave her the letter. She has probably read it by now. I wonder if she figured out the alphabet riddle.
After church, Kenny, Marcus, and I went to eat at Bojangles. Kenny did his normal crazy stuff, pretending to be a Swede.
Yesterday in English, myself and a partner had to write a story with a moral in it. Well, I wrote the whole thing and he just put a few words in there. Maybe I’ll write it in my journal later. But after Grant (my partner) read it out in class today, I got a lot of reactions. Some “ohs” and “ahs”. Some people asked for a copy. And it’s going to be published in the Valentine’s issue of the school newspaper.
I haven’t written in Challenger’s Deep recently, but this gave me confidence again. Maybe I can write. Thank you Jesus for my talent.
The story is called The White Rose and it has melted every person’s heart who read it.
Mrs. Gray, my librarian was reading it and she said, “Jacob, you have just got to become a writer, it is just your thing!”
It is happening.
Life is not killing the dream I dream.