If this were Boor's diary, it would read like this:
It's another day in this rat hole, the sun is shining, I've been able to rest and I'm being yelled at by older sister.
If Boor ever had a diary at all.
Jaelyn, horrified and stressed, flared her nose and looked him straight in the eye.
"Boor. I have… No idea what to do.."
Her reliable and mature demeanor collapsed briefly.
"Boor.. Boor… Boor!"
Boor, who was already completely annoyed, yelled back "WHAT?!"
Jaelyn: "WHY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?! WHEN? WHEN?!"
There was complete silence around Boor, the loud thoughts that only screamed a swear word out of hatred loud his head also silenced, because her words stung.
His voice, hoarse and quiet: "… what?"
Jaelyn: "When will you finally grow up? When can I get out of this damn house and have my life without constantly hearing trouble about you? When can I have peace? I'm getting married soon and I'm no longer here and.. and…"
"And.." she continued
"I've heard. no… seen…"
She sobbed and swallowed the knot from her throat, her voice a hoarse squeaking
"That.. that you hurt Ivan?.."
Boor quietened completely and looked on the side when he was found out.
Jaelyn. "BOOR!! no way.. oh Ivan.. no way.! Never in my life… why? why? Why?!"
…
Boor, he was a complicated boy. He thought too much about what other people were saying and about his feelings, but almost never about his life, his present and his future. Maybe it would really be better if he had a diary or other things, such as a routine. Or a favorite color. One wished so much that one would understand him and maybe he also wished to be understood, although what he really wanted: Maybe was simply that his mistakes were overlooked, that he could have his way, that he did not have to make an effort and still good came his way, and that good was not necessarily good, but what he thought was good. Maybe simply that these problems would not arise, he should have done something different, but he didn't know what. Because Boor just thought "They made me sad, its their fault" and sniveled alone in his room. If Boor weren't so myopic.
{Ding!}
Boor snatched his phone and took a deep breath before clicking it on.
'Don't think its Jibbble, you'll be disappointed…'
He thought, but he thought wrong.
It was indeed Jibbblecat.
With puffy, wide-open eyes, he stared at the notification windows.
[ Message from Jibbblecat ]
Boor pressed it hesitantly. The texting application opened and there were three new messages from Jibbblecat.
He laid down on the bed and read them through, again and again, until his face broke into a smile and he thought to himself, "Just when I needed someone.."
Jibbblecat| oo cool
Jibbblecat| Btw imgonna play
Jibbblecat| want to join?
ShampooBoo| ofc
ShampooBoo| Where were you???
Jibbblecat| Wdym?
ShampooBoo| You haven't written to me for so long, I've been wondering if you're
still alive
Jibbblecat| Ohh lol I just had tp do a few things Now join pkay
Jibbblecat| Play*
Boor actually wanted to vent a bit or tell about what happened these days and catch up but he brushed off those thoughts since playing with Jibbblecat again after all that time would be more than enough.
Slowly but surely, he forgot everything else while playing Plato with his friend. A game of chess, Ocho, bankroll and other competitive games. Boor's favorite game on Plato was Disc-O, but Jibbblecat preferred literati and in honest terms, Boor almost never won the game. You always had to add a word to the one and often it didn't work for him to get something meaningful out with the previous letter or sometimes you could use non-existent words that had only given 3 points. The second game that Boor's friend always played was not much better, but Boor just didn't understand this game. It had nothing to do with whether it was thrilling or not, but rather about how no matter how many times Jibbble explained it to him, he couldn't grasp the rules and was ashamed to ask again.
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Boon put down his phone and sneezed, he let out a whining sound after he felt the snot on his lips. He was tied to his bed and was not allowed to go away under any circumstances, because then his body would be frozen to the core. He could only think of his mother saying "I told you so"
I should've listened…
ha… Achoo!
Another build-up sneeze. Poor Boon.
He opened his phone to text a student or teacher that he will not be able to come to school. Boon looked for some contact from the school for a short while, only to notice that he had no one but relatives or business chats on his list. He then looked for his class group, but they were nowhere to be found on the device.
His phone fell off his weakly grip and he asked himself muttering "did they forget to add me?…"