Dear Diary,
He came back. Jacob. He showed up today at Thanksgiving dinner and just decided it was okay. They made me go to the store to pick up chips with him. Mom, Dad, Nana, Aunt Tiffany, and Uncle Stewart all told me that it'd be nice to spend time with him again. They told me that I would have fun. Well news flash family, I didn't. I hated every second of it.
His car smelled funny. I thought it was just old car smell but it wasn't. It was his freaking Vape thing. How do I know that? How do I know that? I know that because he took out his Jewel and started vaping. In the car. With the windows rolled up. With a twelve-year-old girl sitting in the seat next to him. He blew that smoke cloud thing into my face. Every. Time. He didn't seem to notice when I kept coughing. Or maybe he did but he liked making me suffer.
I hate him.
Sincerely,
Camilla Story