Chapter 7Rey
Since I’d gotten those nice notebooks from the guys, I started to keep a journal. I figured that at least I could scribble down anything that popped into my head just to get it out of there.
By the time it was late July, I had several pages of random snippets of thoughts such as It’s not fair for someone to be that good looking about Seb, and I kinda want to name them about the kittens.
I’d also made notes about foods I wanted to cook and ones I had already, and about how accomplished I’d felt when I got praise for the stuff I’d made.
I’d also written about how much our cleaning lady, Karla, made me feel conflicted. She was the kind of middle-aged woman who came across incredibly motherly, and I didn’t know how to deal with that. She was nice, complimented me on how I kept
