Annie LeBlanc: Rhyme's Diary Reboot Entry 4
Just a few days ago, I was wondering if I was ready to be confident, to take hold of opportunities to grow and change and stand my ground. Now, I have my answer.
Weirdly enough, it started with this bizarre smell. I was standing by the lockers with Tim and Ezra (also weird, but I’ll get to that later) when it wafted my way. It smelled like moldy towels mixed with sweaty laundry - not the kind of thing you want to be sniffing on the way to math class in the morning. I mean, Attaway High can have its gross moments, but not like that.
Ezra told Tim he was on the scoop, and for most of the school day, I didn’t care. I’m trying not to think about Ezra and how he ghosted me after Miami, but I can’t seem to get rid of him. He’s always there: working for the Attaway Appeal, talking to me and my friends, publishing that horrible article about feminism. I mean, who is he to say that the feminist movement has gone too far? He’s just a boy who can’t even bother to text a girl back. What does he know?!
Speaking of boys who can’t be bothered, there’s Flash. I found him in the library, busy on his phone as usual. How can he not even seem to care that Kayla’s gone? Just a few weeks ago, he was her boyfriend. Now, they say they’re long distance, but he seems to care more about his relationship with whatever app he has open.
I can’t be too hard on Flash, though, because it was listening to his conversation that brought me back to the smell. Remember that stench from earlier? Well, it turns out Flash and Ace had a secret school hideout before Ace left. And that secret school hideout was the perfect place to eat Ace’s mom’s BLT sandwiches. Of course, that hideout was right next to the air conditioning.
Once I put it all together, I had to run to the Attaway Appeal office to start writing it down. When Ezra asked to take over the story, I almost said yes. I almost acted like my old self: letting someone else decide when I got to speak up and use my voice. I’ve always tried to stay out of the spotlight, but it feels good to speak out. I wanted to write something on my own this time, and mean for it to get published. I didn’t want to let someone else take over the story. Especially not Ezra.
I’m not sure what’s coming next, but I feel like this is the beginning of a new me. Now, I’ve just got to get that smell out of my clothes...Wish me luck!