I ate lunch in the art room. Mr. Chen leaves the door unlocked. I drew a tree that looked like a lung. It felt right.
No more chaotic subway commutes. No more sirens wailing at three in the morning. No more living a life dictated by spreadsheets and corporate deadlines. She had spent her entire savings on a dilapidated Victorian cottage in a town so small it barely registered on GPS maps. Blackwood Valley was supposed to be her sanctuary, a blank page where she could finally breathe. emily%27s diary - chapter 1
Though not its own book, the diary entries (often analyzed as chapters/sections) are critical to the narrative. I ate lunch in the art room
Tomorrow, I explore the woods behind the house. Tonight, I listen to the wind howl through the eaves and try to convince myself that I am brave. October 15 I drew a tree that looked like a lung
Thanks for being here for Chapter 1. It’s a bit dusty, but it’s a start.
Today was the first day of junior year. Nothing happened. That’s the problem. Sarah sat with the popular girls now. She pretended not to see me in the hallway. I pretended I didn't see her either. That’s our new language. Silence.