|“||Promise me something, both of you. Write it all down, everything that you accomplish in your life, every crush, when you fall in love, when you start a family, every time you fantasize about wanting to kill Damon...Write it down, so that one day when I wake up, I can read all about my best friends' lives and feel like I was there.||”|
- Dear Elena... Yup, halfway across Europe, and they're still drunk.
- Dear Elena... Not to dive into the bad news first, but there's a severe drought of good news lately. And, well... this sort of concerns you. Lily's hiding your coffin somewhere. She promised to keep you safe as long as Damon stays out of Mystic Falls.
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- And who knows, maybe I'm being too hard on Caroline. Maybe she's realy sorry about all the things she did to us, like trying to humiliate Elena in front of the whole town and trying to get Stefan put away for murder. Maybe Caroline's matured since then and learned to think about somebody besides herself. Maybe we'll actually have a good time at her party. Notes: the rest of the entry is unknown
- Monday, June 8, 11:15 p.m.
I don't seen to be sleeping very well tonight, so I might as well write you. All day today I've been waiting for something to happen. You don't do a spell like that and have it work like that and then have nothing happen. But nothing has. I stayed home from school because Mom thought I should. She was upset about Matt and Meredith staying so late Sunday night, and she said I needed to get some rest. But every time I lie down I see Sue's face.
Sue's dad did the eulogy at Elena's funeral. I wonder who's going to do it fro Sue on Wednesday? I've got to stop thinking about things like this. Maybe I'll try to sleep again. Maybe if I lie down with my headphones on, I won't see Sue.
- Thursday, June 11, 7:00 a.m.
I couldn't write last night, because I got in too late. Mom was upset again. She'd have been hysterical if she'd know I was actually doing. Hanging out with vampires and planning something that may get me killed. That may gat us all killed.
Stefan has a plan to trap the guy who murdered Sue. It reminds me of some of Elena's plan- and that's what worries me. They always sounded wonderful, but lots of the time they went wrong. We talked about who gets the most dangerous job and decided it should be Meredith. Which is fine for me- I mean, she is stronger and more athletic, and she always keeps calm in emergencies. But it bugs me just a little that everybody was so quick about choosing her, especially Matt. I mean, it's not like I'm totally incompetent. I know I'm not as smart as the others, and I’m certainly not as good at sports or as cool under pressure, but I'm not a total dweeb. I'm good for something. Anyway, we're going to do it after graduation. We're all in on it except Damon, who'll be watching Vickie. It's strange, but we all trust him now. Even me. Despite what he did to me last night, I don't think he'll let Vickie get hurt.
I haven't had any more dreams about Elena. I think if I do, I will go absolutely screaming berserk. Or never go to sleep again. I just can’t take any more of that.
All right. I'd better go. Hopefully, by Sunday we'll have the mystery solved and the killer caught. I trust Stefan. I just hope I can remember my part
- June 19, Friday, 11:45 p.m.
Oh, God, what are we going to do? This has been the longest week of my life. Today was the last day of school and tomorrow Stefan is leaving. He’s going to Europe to search for a vampire who got changed by Klaus. He says he doesn't want to leave us unprotected. But he’s going to go.
We can't find Tyler. His car disappeared from the cemetery, but he hasn't turned up at school. He’s missed every final this week. Not that the rest of us are doing much better. I wish Robert E. Lee was like the school that have all their finals before graduation. I d5know whether I'm writing English or Swahili these days.
I hate Klaus. From what I saw he’s as crazy as Katherine- and even more crueler. What he did to Vickie- but I can't even talk about that or I'll start crying again. He was just playing with us at Caroline's party, like a cat with a mouse. And todo it on Meredith’s birthday, too- although I suppose he couldn't have known that. He seems to know a lot, though. He doesn't talk like a foreigner; not like Stefan did when he first came to America, and he knows all about American things, even songs from the fifities. Maybe he's been over here for a while.
- June 21, 7:30 a.m. The Summer Solstice
Oh, it's all too much to explain and you wouldn't belive it anyway. I'm going to bed.