Shanae's Diary <33

[Shanae Buchanan]

Dear Diary,

Okay. So, today is the first day on the boat. I met a girl named Kate. She's AWESOME. She's so hilarious and fun.

I met a girl named Trisha as well. CRAZY shy, but we'll loosen her up.

Oh, and I met prince charming. Uh, how about NOT. Okay, yeah he's sweet and gorgeous and...well, charming, but he's not really my type. He's shy also. And almost everyone knows I like outgoing guys.

Thinking about outgoing guys makes me miss Tyler so much. I can't believe he disappeared. The fact that I don't even know is he's dead is what kills me the most.

But I need to stop thinking about him. I think I'm going to go to bed.

Mucho amor,

Shanae

[Shanae Buchanan]

Dear Diary,

It's so strange that it's almost been a year since....the disappearance, and I'm still not closer to being over the whole occurance. I mean...you'd think I'd be able to get over it. I'm only 15! I shouldn't be mourning over a lost beau.

Okay, that sounded mean. But we had only been dating for little over a year, and it's silly to say but I was completly in love with him. And no, I didn't sleep with him, thank you very much (even though practically the whole school can beg to differ).

I mean...Tyler was the only one who really got me. He didn't just see me as the Varsity cheerleading captain, although I was only a freshman (man that caused some disrepency). He didn't just see me as a hot blonde with a good body (so many athough guys have considered me just this). Or a ditz.

Tyler was the only one who knew, or believed, that I was smart. He knew I could hold out a decent conversation that wasn't full of "Ohmigod!'s, and he knew that I wasn't a total bitch (being considered a bitch goes with the whole gorgeous cheerleader thing).

Why is it that I can't seem to get over him? That I can't even look at another guy? I mean, Trevor's sweet and charming, but he's just not Tyler.

Ugh. This is going to be a long week. Just the fact that this is the supposed location of the plane crash is enough to make me want to hurl my breakfast. Now I have to avoid Trevor at all costs, so that I don't hurt him as well.

yours truly,

Shanae