The White Rose

From the Diary of Chris Wakely
May 2nd,1959

Its the end of the school year and my folks just pack up and move us right smack dab into the middle of this little shit hole of a town. I don't say anything the whole car ride I'm hating every moment of it.

when we arrive my dad places a rectangular box on my bed its small black I thought it contained a book inside, instead it was a blank journal, black leather on the cover. Now here I sit on my bed writing pen in hand trying to hold back the tears of my memories in Reno Nevada, they just keep flooding my mind. I hate it here I want to go home what the hell am I gonna find in Wells Nevada? Nothing that's what.

I unpacked some of my things. Only some I don't want to unpack a lot what would be the point. a old base ball glove, some clothes, and a Miraculous Medal on a chain its the only thing I have left to remember my birth mother everything else is gone, ashes, dust. sounds like life in general, here one minute gone the next.

The smell of roast chicken coming in from down the hall. Dad is planning to send me to school next week. I'll probably have more to report then but most likely not what the hell could these rednecks have in common with me. I hear the sound of a car outside on the street. It stops next door all I can see out my window is a light from a cigarette and then nothing...

I have much to write about tonight. I awoke on the morning I started school from a terrible nightmare something about a kiss, yes that's it a kiss and a river and a white rose. Its so hazy and so hard to remember all the little details.

When I arrived at school I could feel the eyes of the others on me watching the new kid, the loner, walk himself to class. I could hear the girls in the halls whispering and then giggling and then smiling. I just tried to get to my home room as soon as possible without making a scene... little did I know it was to late. As I rounded the corner of the hall I slammed right into another guy and fell down. He was white, 18 years old, typical dime store hood look right down to the leather jacket and hair-doo.

"Why don't you watch where your goin" he snapped at me. "Sorry" I said. Great first day of school and I'm already making enemies... just what I need, anyways I went to home room and he is go figure the guy is in there and I just happened to get the seat right next to him. The entire class I could feel his eyes on me.... his chocolate brown eyes.

When school ended I started the walk home. A short way from the school I saw him reclining against a post listening to the music coming out of the soda shop I think it was the song lollipop but I'm not to sure. I could feel his eyes on me and when I looked at him he smiled. I could hear his foot steps behind me as I walked I thought he was going to beat the crap out of me but instead I saw him turn and walk right into the house next door "oh my God he's my neighbor"

This is the only thought that came to my mind as I walked inside my house and closed the door.

now as I sit writing this I swear I can see the glow of a cig in the window next door and I do believe its from him. the thought of his smile crosses my mind ounce more and it makes my heart skip a beat.