Fontara's Mourning Journal

Day 1:
The rain fell like hail outside the tent. It was hard and cold. It made me shiver, for I had no jacket and no blankets to cover up with.
I just layed there, all alone, in silence; watching the rain drip from the sky. I watched it bounce off the tent and fall to the ground. I ay there, waiting for his return. For the moment, I felt abandond, and unwelcome. Unwanted! My body ached to be held in his strong arms. Yurned for his love and his kiss, his smile, his face.
I closed my eyes allowing my mind to wonder. Listening to the, drippity drop, of the rain against the thick, silky fabric. And I slowly fell into a spiral of doubt and self pitty within my own mind; as I hugged my knees and drifted off to sleep.

Day 2:
The sun burned my lids and forced them to open. I yawned, rushing air in and out of my lungs. Sweat dripped from my forehead, hitting the tent floor beneath me; I rinkled my nose at the smell. My feet twitched uncontrollably, whihc forced me up. I grabbed my foot.
Taking it in my hands, I noticed a small red box, with a blue and green, lacy ribbon, sitting by the door. Tucking my leg behind me, I crawled toward the strange object. When I touched the glossy paper covering, I instintly knew who it was from. I smiled; his picture filled my mind and I laughed.
Suddenly, I looked down; remembering the box I now held in my hand. I unfassened the big, clumpy ribbon and slid off the rapping, uncovering a tiney box with polka dots and hearts. Slowly, I tapped open the top and peeked in. Laying there, in the box, was a huge, purple colored diamond.
I gasped. It was so beautiful.
I reached in and pulled it out of the box. It sparkled in the light. Looking closer at it, I noticed something small and crinkled inside. Stuck inside this precious jewel for all eternity; but, I couldn’t tell what it was. Whatever it was, it was gorgeous, and that’s all I cared at the moment.

Fontara's Mourning Journal

DevaDaDiva14

Santa Cruz, United States

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the word “mourning” is meant as that, not morning time. but sadness, and crying…mourning!! i wrote this last year during school, i was kinda not paying attention in class, cuz i had an idea for a story, so i wrote this down on a piece of paper and am now sharing it with u. like many of my other pieces, this is not finished, but i hope you like it nuntheless.

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