Dear Journal, 03/02/99
Sometimes I wonder why god put me here on this Earth. I'm not helping anyone by doing so.
Maybe things would be happier without me. I'm no wonderful person. I'm just plain, old Zoey
Elizabeth Fielding. Mom would probably be a whole lot happier.
Zoey stopped writing for a minute, staring off into space, through her colourful walls, into her
own world. She had sprawled herself across her oriental rug once again. It was a day after she
had been gazing at Taylor in the park by the soccer field he plays at.
And Taylor...I didn't this he even knew I existed. I don't know what it is about him...maybe it's that
something in his eyes. I can tell he's searching for something. I just don't know what it is. When he
said my name, my heart jumped about a mile. I didn't even think he knew my name. I was so
overjoyed. I don't know, maybe it's time I moved on, and found someone else to admire. It has been
four years. Then again, every other typical fourteen year-old probably wants him too...
"Zoey?"
Zoey jumped, and looked up. "Daddy! Your home!"
"No, I just had to come back to get some paperwork, but I will be home tomorrow."
"Why do you keep leaving me alone with her?"
Mr. Fielding's expression softened. "I know she hasn't been the best mother lately, but she's
going through some rough times."
"Bad enough to ignore her child?" Zoey said, sadly looking at the ground.
"Zoey, I wish I could continue this conversation, but I must go back to work. Come here, give
me a kiss."
Zoey sighed, but got up and kissed her father on the cheek. "See you soon," she muttered, and
walked back to her open journal.
"Bye sweetie," he said, and then he was gone.
Zoey picked up the pen once again.
The house seems so empty all the time. I guess I'm used to it, but I don't like being alone. I'm not
the kind of person who enjoys their own company. I need someone with me... Too bad I couldn't
get enough courage to pick up the phone, and call Taylor. He probably doesn't even remember me.
I guess I'm going to take a nap now, I didn't get much sleep when Melanie was here.
Wishing she wasn't here,
Zoey Fielding
Chapter Four
