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Joy’s Journal 2-3

dscn36721                       A couple of hours later I went to see Mom in the hospital.

“What exactly happened?” I asked, as no one at home would tell me.

“Remember when I had Scarlet Fever?” Mom asked. I nodded. “Well, what the doctors think happened is that it triggered a chronic illness. I have been feeling pretty bad for awhile, so that would explain it.”

“But don’t you have to be be born with it?” I asked.

“You were born with it, but it also can be triggered by a really bad illness, like scarlet fever. It also can be genetic, meaning that it’s likely that you are not the only one who has it in our family.”

“What happened with the falling thing anyway?” I asked.

“I don’t really know.” Mom confessed. “I just was there, and then on the floor.”

“When are you going to be released from the hospital?” I wanted to know.

“Not for awhile, I don’t think.” She glanced at me. “Which brings me to something you need to know. I talked to your dad, and we decided with me being in the hospital, that we are going to send you to boarding school with Savana.” dscn36731                         I rocketed out of my chair. “What!” I screeched. “What about Hope and Faith? What about me? I have a chronic illness too! How’s that going to work?”dscn36741                        Mom put her hands up, like ‘what am I going to do?’ She reacted calmly. “Joy, Faith is old enough to care for Hope, and they both can handle being alone at home a lot. I don’t think you can. Savana will be there too. Maybe you can be roomies”

“But-”

“This is not up for discussion Joy. We already decided.”dscn36751                          I buried my face in my hands and cried.

Lexie

Why I Do Joy’s Journal

*I don’t really know why I wanted to do this post. It just seemed like something I had to do.*

All week long my Mom has been telling all of her friends. “Do you read Lexie’s blog? You should. Joy’s Journal is really good. The first one was fine, but this is great.” Let me tell you, I’m happy that Mom likes it so much, but this is getting annoying.

Part of what I think makes it so good is that I want to do it. I love writing it.

Sometimes I’m stuck for words, I know what I want to say, but not how to say it. It’s hard to write the parts in which there are bad things. Joy makes some not so smart choices and ends up in a place no one wants to be. That part was/is really hard to write. I know Joy isn’t real, but it is still hard to have bad things happen to her. And I don’t really want to cause as much of a stir as part eight of the first Joy’s Journal did.

Still, I love writing it.

Sure, I do it for my readers. I do it for my friends, the one’s I’ve told.

I don’t really tell everyone. It’s not something that I do for glory, so I don’t really want everyone to know about it. I have told my close friends, who I think will enjoy reading it.

I like being able to discuss it with my friends. I have a couple of friends who I think about when I write it. They help me some, and I do it partly for them.

But mostly I do it for me. I love writing it, reading past parts, thinking about it, and posting it.

I post it online, but if everyone knew, then it wouldn’t be my quiet place. The place where I escape to write it.

So welcome to Joy’s Journal.

Lexie

A Mess In The Kitchen

First of all I apologize for the post that posted today. It was supposed to be last Tuesday’s, but I messed it up.

DSCN8669[1]                       Katelyn, Riley and Hope Gathered in the kitchen to make something. They had but one rule. ‘Don’t make a mess, or use the cookie dough. ‘ They discussed what to make. They finally decided on cookies.Riley went to the instructions on her laptop. DSCN8671[1]                          She leaned over to look at the recipe. The container tottered. DSCN8672[1]                          Then it fell, spilling cookie dough EVERYWHERE. DSCN8674[1]                     They cleaned it up and decided what to do.

“Tell Faith.” Riley said. “It was an accident after all.”

“Even if we tell her, she will still need the dough she doesn’t have.” Hope said.

“We need to make more.” All the girls said it together. DSCN8675[1]                         Supplies were gotten out and stirred together. DSCN8677[1]                    Soon they had enough for both the cookie dough container, and cookies. DSCN8679[1]                            They put the cookie dough into the container and shut the lid.

When Faith asked them how it went? They told her “Great.” then they winked at each other.

Lexie

Joy’s Journal Part Fifteen-The Finale!

part one part two part three part four part five Part Six part seven part Eight Part Nine Part ten  Part Eleven Part Twelve part thirteen part fourteen

The end of my first week of camp we were going camping. The ‘fun’ part was hiking to get there. It was a four hour hike, one that I couldn’t take, but I didn’t want to tell my secret. I went, though it was hard for me. I wasn’t feeling very good at the beginning, and four hours of hiking wasn’t going to help.

Let me tell you about the worst/best thing I did at camp, since this is what changed my life.

DSCN8644[1]                        It all happened in a blur. Savanna pulled me aside to rest for a sec. Our leader, Bethany, was behind us.

“So……Joy. Tell me about your story.”DSCN8645[1]                       She pulled me up.

“Well, it’s about a girl named Joy.” Where was she going with this. DSCN8646[1]                       We started out again.

“Is it you, or is this fictional?”

I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t tell her. “Fictional.”

“If it is fictional how come it is all things that you have done?” DSCN8648[1]                         She stopped me dead in my tracks.

“What do you mean? It is all fictional. This is not my journal!”

“How come it starts with ‘Welcome To My Journal.’?”

She got me. She knew. I looked around before starting. “You’re right. This was my journal. Joy was me.”

There was more than a trace of hurt in her voice. “How come you didn’t tell me? I wouldn’t tell anyone!”

“I didn’t tell anyone.”

“So if you are Joy, than does that mean you have the whole chronic illness thing?”

“Yes. This is my real life. I didn’t tell you because I hate being pitied. I wanted to ignore it, to not deal with it. I wanted to be normal.”

“Oh Joy, I am so sorry!”

Then I poured out the whole story, starting with when I started realizing I wasn’t normal. It took a lot of explaining. Savanna listened with horror, realizing just what I had to go through.

DSCN8649[1]                       Pretty soon we came upon the tent. Savanna, Bethany and I were the last ones, so we shared the last tent.

DSCN8650[1]                      We settled in. DSCN8652[1]                          Savanna and I kept talking. The other girls started asking about what we talking about. I made a choice. DSCN8653[1]                          I gathered everyone around.

“I have something to tell you. There is something I have been hiding. Something that is my real life. I can’t hide it any longer. I need to tell you.” I poured out my whole story.

Surprisingly the group took it well. They weren’t mad at me for hiding it, and they were very supportive.  Mia told me that I could talk to her whenever, and she would listen. Then they started telling me stuff about them. Each girl had a secret. Some of them were really small, like fighting with sisters, but one girl had diabetes, a chronic illness like me. Savanna was last. Her parents had just divorced, and that was why she spent so much time with me. DSCN8654[1]                     After we were done talking I heard Bethany whisper “Joy!”

“Do you want to go back to camp instead of hiking another ten hours?” I gladly accepted. I was glad I told. Now I could not do things that would hurt me, and not feel bad about it. I went back to camp, but I was fine being alone. I had things to plan.

SEPTEMBER 1.

I know I haven’t written in awhile. I am almost out of space, so I am just going to sum up the rest of the story. After I told people were more supportive. It took awhile for people to see just how bad I was, but they never minded if I skipped out on things. Now I have more friends, and I am happier. The best advice I got was ‘when you feel bad, just remember there are always people worse than you.’ I had gotten cards and gifts, and they made me feel good. It was inspiration enough to start a new project. I organized care packages to give to people worse than me, and it made me feel better too.

I don’t need this journal anymore. I have more friends, and though I have the same pain, having people who know about it helps. I am not the same anymore.

Signed Joyfully,

Joy.

Lexie