Jordan

Since yesterday, Patricia has been acting moody and hasn't eaten much, as far as I can tell. I'm uncertain what's worrying her. When I last spoke with Venita a few days ago, she assured me that she had managed to get Pat accepted into her mother's fashion school.

Although I would want to tell her the good news, I'm concerned she would tell her boyfriend, who would then use it as an opportunity to take advantage of her even more. Until I can persuade her to stop hanging out with the jerk, I'll hold onto the knowledge. Don't take something away from someone if you wouldn't add to it.

Our vacation is almost over, and I must admit that I have thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it. It's been ages since I've had so much fun. I'm happy with how balanced my life is now. Work harder and have a bit of fun. Life is too fleeting.

“You’ve been moody all throughout yesterday up until now.” I say, sitting next to her and dropping the tray containing banana chips on the oak stool in front of us.

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