It was now or never.
Stevie slid her uninjured hand into her cast sling and withdrew the diary.
“Who wants to hear what Sabrina Abbott has to say?” she asked.
28
OVER THE COURSE OF THE AFTERNOON, STEVIE HAD GOTTEN VERY familiar with the contents of this little book. She had marked pages with sticky notes—dozens of them. Now it was time to read:
JANUARY 3, 1978
Welcome, 1978. Nice to meet you. Time to crack open this fresh new diary I got for Christmas. I like that this one has a plain red cover this time. I liked the Snoopy one from last year because I will always love Snoopy and nothing can stop that, but this one is more of what I’ve got in mind for the future.
We went back to school today after the holiday break. There was talk about delaying the opening because of Michael Penhale, but apparently it was too complicated so we went back at the normal time. I can’t believe it’s been two weeks now since Michael died. In school today it was all anyone was talking about. Even if you couldn’t hear people talking, it was everywhere. You knew if people were keeping their voices down, that was why. I saw Todd Cooper about twenty times. He was walking around like nothing was wrong, like half the town doesn’t think he killed Michael.
My parents said the police checked into it and found he was at home when Michael died. They think someone from out of town who didn’t know the road did it. Dana probably did see a brown Jeep, but there are loads of brown Jeeps.
And I guess I think that too?
Piano: 45 minutes
History: 35 minutes
German: 20 minutes
Admission essays: 3 hours
JANUARY 7, 1978
Maybe I’m strange, but I was really happy when school opened back up. The holidays are nice, and I usually love them, but Shawn was around all the time. I used to like that, but it’s starting to wear on me. I guess it’s because I have to get my college applications out this week and I’m not done with all my essays. I’ve written them out in my notebook and I’m almost done with the edits. Then I have to type all four of them up, which will take a full night. （I really need to learn how to type. I can play piano, why can’t I type? Goal for 1978: learn to type.） Anyway, even if he comes over to work, I can feel his presence in the room. I want to be on my own to finish this up.
Maybe part of it is that he asks me a lot of questions about whether I really want to apply to Columbia, is that really my top choice. Don’t I want to apply to Cornell instead? Or SUNY? He doesn’t understand that what I want is something entirely different, entirely new. I want to live where there is culture, and art, and life. All kinds of life.
Piano: 25 minutes
Calc: 45 minutes
German: 35 minutes
Physics: 30 minutes
History: 25 minutes
Admission essays: 2 hours 15 minutes
JANUARY 9, 1978
I stayed at school late today to use the typing lab to type up my applications. I thought that would give me some privacy and let me finish. Shawn found me. I didn’t even tell him I was staying. Doesn’t he do anything else except float around the halls like a ghost looking for me?
He said he wanted to drive me home, which is something I guess. Maybe my parents sent him over so I wouldn’t take my bike. After what happened with Michael, everyone is a little freaked out by the thought of riding a bike after dark.
But still, someone could ask me.
Calc: 20 minutes
German: 50 minutes
Admission essays and application forms: 3 hours
APRIL 5, 1978