The White Rose : Part 8

*** The Diary of Danny Jenkins: This the Lords year June 8, 19 Hundred and 59

I'm no fool I know all the kids and the parents in town think I'm a dumb dime store hood who wont amount to nothing in my life if only they could see me the way Chris sees me. They would know there is more to me than dirty old blue jeans, a white shirt, leather jacket and dark son glasses there is a soul, a heart, brains, other things than just looks I'm a Human being not just a thug. If only they could see if only.

I'm sitting here in my room listening to Elvis on my record player. I have friends I just like to be alone sometimes, its peaceful here in my room with just these four walls keeping me company. I can here the people at the bar a crossed the street it reminds me a lot about my dad. the things he would tell me when he would come home from work I miss his company.

The streets are filled with cars, the Whore house is just down the way a bit I bet those dames are getting a lot of business tonight as is the Hotel around the corner. its the centennial celebration for the town of wells. I wonder what Chris and his family are up to at this moment they are most likely on main street enjoying the celebration eating fried corn on the cob and hot dogs, drinking lemonade. I hope he is having a fun time.

I miss Chris, but I just need to be by myself right now. I'm thinking about him, just as I hope he's thinking about me. tomorrow I'm hoping I can see him, without all of these sad things running through my head. Oh how I wish and hope for tomorrow to be a good day with Chris.

The record player stops, silent and yet the voices in my head make this room louder than ever. I'm going to light up a cig then turn out the light an go to bed dear God if there is a God please let tomorrow be better.