My Hearts Record
James's point of view
by Star
Jessie will not pay attention to me. She hasn't hit me all week! How is that
possible? She must be sick.
All she does every night is write in her stupid journal. And every day she just
daydreams. Gosh I wish we could find Ash! I want the old Jessie back, and
capturing Pikachu would bring her back to normal.
Besides, even if we didn't capture it, a 10,000 volt electric shock would snap
her out of any daydream.
Anyway, back to that stupid diary. It has a glittery picture of Arbok on the
front. She won't let me see the other pictures. I think she might have a
boyfriend. Ahhh! She's writing again! I have a journal.
It only has one entry in it, though. I wrote it when I was like ten. It says;
Journal,
I am writing this because Jessebelle says it is proper to keep track of
one's life. Some life. Who wants to read about a boy who's parents don't
care about him, and who's fiancee wants to own him, and loves to whip him.
No one! That's who!
James
See? Shows you how much I like to write. Jessie is asleep now. Oh! I wish she
would talk to me! I wish she would smack me! Doesn't that sound desperate? I
think so.
That's it. No more. I'm gonna see what she's writing. I reached down to Jessie
and slipped the diary out of her hand. I opened the cover and gasped; I saw me!
Jessie had filled the first fifteen pages with pictures of me! I was confused.
Why me? Was this a book of people she planned to smack the crap out of? It must
be. Otherwise why would I be there? Or I could be... nah. This is Jessie we are
talking about. She doesn't like me! Or at last, not like like!
I turned to page sixteen. There was a poem. It read:
James is my heart,
I must be with him.
If we ever part,
My life would dim.
If he ever knew how I felt,
Or how I yearn for his touch.
Our love would vanish like an ice cube melts,
Oh I dream that he is mine, I love him ever so much!
And when I look into his eyes,
That sparkle emerald green.
I hope he can't see through my lies,
Or find out what my actions mean.
He smells of roses in the garden,
His blue hair silk on my skin.
The longer I hide it, the more my heart hardens,
I'm going to tell him, but when?
I know that tomorrow is another day,
The perfect time to start.
That is when he is going to say,
"I love you here in my heart."
Jessica
I almost started crying. She loved me! I never knew she felt like that! I felt
the same way! I'll tell her tomorrow.
I read through the rest of the diary. Each entry was about me. She cared! I
knew it! Then I realized something. How was I going to tell her? How?! I
suddenly got an idea. I uncapped my emerald gel pen. I wrote a short paragraph.
It was brief, but meaningful. I then drew a long slender stem. I took a pen
from her collection. The rose colored one. I drew a beautiful rose, opened and
perfect. I drew a string with the black pen, and a band with the gold pen. I
drew an elegant stone, with many colors.
It was round, and lovely. There was a ruby rose with a gold stem going down
though the middle of thering. On the stem was the sentance, J&J. On the
left side of the stem, was a beautiful sapphire. On the other side, it was an
emerald. The sapphire was Jessie's eyes, and the emerald was my own eyes.
The rose was Jessie. She was beautiful, but still had her thorns.
I was the stem, my hope holding us together. I scribbled another line, and
slipped the notebook back into my love's hand.
To be continued...