Dear Diary,
To say that today was interesting was an understatement. My mom and dad made me go to that cancer support group... again but I'm glad that I went. My friend, Issac (he has eye cancer.... poor kid) brought a guy with him to the meeting. We bumped into each other before it started. Literally. His name was Augustus Waters and even though I didn't want to admit it, he was really cute. Just as everyone was sitting down, he kept staring at me. I would look away, then look back to stare back into his eyes. He was smiling, finding this staring contest (that I didn't want to be apart of) amusing. At the time, I thought it was for no reason. I thought he was messing with me... but that wasn't the case. He introduced himself to the group, said he's been in remission for the past year and a half. He showed us his prosthetic leg, which was the result of him having osteosarcoma - I think that's how you spell it.
Anyways, after he was done with his little introduction he talked about how he wanted to be remembered after he was gone. He didn't quite get the meaning of oblivion so of course, me being me, I explained it to him. He didn't seem offended after I was done talking, we went back to our staring contest and the rest of the meeting went by in a flash.
Augustus came up to me, as I was waiting for my mom. He was entertained by the fact that the support group was held in the "Heart of Jesus." I, honestly, didn't believe that but that's what Patrick said but who cares?
I caught him staring at me again. I asked him why, the one question that has been on my mind since he started that. Augustus told I was beautiful and he likes to stare at beautiful people. What I wanted to say was that he shouldn't do that because it could creep said beautiful people out but I was too flattered to.
I heard the word always and Issac was still making out with his girlfriend, across the parking lot and saying 'always' back and forth. I probably shouldn't mention the fact that he was grabbing her boob... really really hard, like he was trying to squeeze the life out of it. I didn't understand how she wasn't screaming OW from the pain. I don't know. What I do know is that I wouldn't want someone grabbing my boob like that or at all.
Out of the blue, Augustus Waters invited me to go watch a movie with him. I didn't feel completely comfortable going to anywhere with him. I just met him no a little over an hour ago. For all I know he could be an ax murderer!!!
Just as I was about to think about Augustus' offer, he pulled out a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth, ruining the moment. The fact that even though he had cancer, he was willing to give money to some corporation to basically get cancer again was disgusting to me and I told him that. I didn't understand how he would think smoking was cool. When I was done with my rant, he explained to me that it was just a metaphor. He told me that he never lit one and not giving it the power to kill him.
From the that point out, I risked my life by getting into a car with Augustus, who is a very very very reckless driver. He took me to his house and I met his parents. Instead of watching that movie he promised, we got to know each other. I learned that he was a basketball player who hated basketball. I introduced him to my favorite novel, An Imperial Affliction and he introduced me to Counterinsurgency 2: The Price of Dawn, which is his favorite. So, that was my afternoon adventure and I must say it was the best fun I've had in a long time!
Love,
Hazel Grace