Day 1

My name is Wren and I don't like writing, but I decided I needed a place to jot my thoughts down. My parents and doctor said this would be good for me in the long run. After all a guy who is friendless needs something to do/talk to. This isn't a diary.

                                                                                                                   -Wren

Day 1

My name is Greyson and I am starting a journal because I just moved to a new town. My last school wasn't a good fit. I don't remember much from my time there anyway. I have short hair and get teased a lot. That's okay it won't matter much longer anyway. I have no friends, but maybe that will change at school. I looked out the window and a boy was in the yard next door. He is taller than me. Dark hair falls past his left eye, but otherwise it's clean cut. His eyes look green--maybe blue. I cannot tell. Maybe he and I can be friends. Well, time to unpack and eat dinner.

Day 2

Wren here again. I never know how to write greetings. I saw a girl or maybe younger boy looking out the neighbors upstairs window. Mom says I should introduce myself. I don't really want to. What;s the point when you don't have much time? Pop says I need a haircut, but I don't want to do that either. Maybe if I go over then they will leave me alone about my hair. 

                                                                         -The guy who needs a haircut but refuses

Day 2

So the boy next door came by and said his name is Wren. He awkwardly told me at first that he thought I might be a boy (how typical). We both are the same age and actually attend the same high school (15 if you care). He doesn't seem to have a friend group so maybe I'm in luck. Not very many people want to be my friend or get close to me. It kind of sucks. I wouldn't tell him that though. Mom and dad are fighting again and per usual it's about me.

Day 3

So, Greyson is a girl. She is actually kind of cute and will be in some of my classes. She doesn't have a friend group yet, so maybe she'll hang out with me. She was pretty cool, but seemed to have a lot going on. We made plans, but her parents were kind of in the middle of something for us to really finalize. She said we'd talk later.

                                                                                                   -Couldn't seal the deal

Day 3

Wren asked me to hang out, he's the boy next door. We didn't actually say when and where-- that's a good sign right? Right?! I think he is really nice, but I'm just hoping that he won't look at me different after he truly gets to know me. Mom looked at me and cried after asking me a question. I guess she didn't like the answer? I told her I was going to go see Wren tomorrow afternoon.

Day 4

Oh, wow. Greyson and I finally hung out and she kind of freaked me out with starting off by saying, "I hope this doesn't make you think any different of me, but I had brain cancer (now in remission), but have been diagnosed with early onset alzheimer's." I had no idea what to say so she just kept talking about how she writes in her journal and reads it every day. She is sad that some days are more detailed than others, but she doesn't want me to think she will forget. She said if I didn't want to be friends with her then that was okay. I stood there like a dumbfounded idiot and let her talk and talk until she walked away. I guess I just didn't know how to tell her that I only have 7 months and two days to live. It seems like we are in a damn chick flick. Two tragedies destined to be tragic. You deserve better... Greyson deserved better.

Day 4

I came home crying and all I can remember is that it was because that stupid boy, Wren. I know I told him about me, but he just looked at me like I was a freak. I knew it was too good to be true to finally have a friend-- for someone to see me as just someone too. I tried. Mom and dad are getting frustrated with me or maybe with each other. I just hear my name a lot and how they don't know what to do with me. I'm starting to get tired of reading every day what I did the day before and looking at pictures of people I don't know. Mom said a few of them were me. How can I not recognize myself? Partially because one of them was a damned ultrasound picture. The other one was before they removed the tumor in my brain. The cancerous lump of destruction. I hope I can get over this and at least enjoy the first day of school.

Day 5

I walked with Greyson to school this morning and I started to tell her that I wasn't going to live for very long. I told her about my kidneys failing and how I didn't have a match yet. I told her about how I was so far down the list that I probably wouldn't see another kidney. She looked at me and said, "That sucks, I'm sorry." I smiled. Me too. We walked in silence. The principal greeted us and told us about our schedules. We had all the same classes. I was to help Greyson with her work. That works for me.

It seemed like days until the last bell rang. Greyson looked around confused and asked me if I had seen her parents. I told her no but that I could walk her home to them. She told me all about her day and the school she had attended before. Later she looked at me and asked, Wren? I started to be confused too. I guess she forgot me for a minute. Her eyes seemed to have this glazed look before she asked my name. Almost like she was lost in a different world, but the question snapped her voice and eyes back to reality. The feeling I got in my chest had me all messed up. I was in knots. I wonder if this is what her parents feel every day.

Day 5

I went to school with Wren. I had to ask mom what his name was again. He has every class with me and even walked me home. I was talking to him and he had a confused look on his face. He looked like he may be having chest pains or maybe a headache. I felt bad. We talked until I got home. I told him I would see him tomorrow.

He told me that he writes in a journal too and maybe we could let the other read sometime. He said maybe it will help me remember a little more since my entries fluctuate in size. I sort of agreed, but maybe I should change some of what I said before... I think I called him cute.

To be continued...