Faith Christian Assembly

 Dear Diary,

The morning was cold. The air made my fingers retreat into my pockets

and my throat scream suicide. I blew out a puff of breath that seemed

to freeze in mid flight. The air smelled like smoke from a fire. All that

was to be heard was the crunching of snow as it was pressed under my

feet. But the cold was the last thing on my mind.

I was going to see him, the boy of my dreams, Yuri. His smile was

enough to make all of Siberia’s cold winters melt. I was in almost all of his

classes which made learning hard. His beautiful eyes broke the silence of

my heart and his voice echoed off the corners of my mind. I could only

imagine a life with him. He’d walk up to me and tell me he loved me, and

he’d always care about me. But the school bell snapped me into

reality; he was Yuri ,and I was just Esther. I walked home that day

with little hope.

Today I had a little more hope than yesterday. Then that chance

Came: the school newspaper. I had seen him around the office so many

times. I thought that maybe he’d notice me. So I joined, but what would a

Polish deportee be doing in a Russian school newspaper workshop?

But I’d do anything for him to notice me. So as you can imagine, I was

crushed when I found out he had a girlfriend. Not only was she his, but she

was popular and pretty, two times the power in one. I felt like my heart

had broken into a million pieces, as if all my dreams had died off slowly

like they ingested poison. My fingers tingled as I saw them together and

my eyes began to burn with tears. As I walked down the hallways, I

bumped into Shurik. He smiled and lifted my head; he asked me if I

wanted to go to the school dance with him. With what hope was left in

my heart, I accepted. Maybe Yuri would notice me at the dance.

It was the day of the ball. After school, I ran over to the theater. As I

walked into the big white building, a lady with black pulled back hair

and a stern face met me inside. " What can I help you with," she asked in

a rushed tone." Well, I was wondering…." I forced my voice out of my

throat, " if I could borrow a dress for my school dance." She threw her

heard back and laughed.

Her laughter cut me, like a sharp knife, and I felt my spirits fall to the

ground. I walked out with my head low. When I came home, mother

suggested that I ask Anya for a dress. I was hesitant but went anyway.

She had a dress that she let me borrow. It made me feel like a princess

even thought I was a little too big. As Shurik walked me to the dance, I

pushed him away when he wrapped his arm around me , and fluttered

my hand as he tried to hold it. I was so blinded by Yuri that I couldn’t see

what was right in front of me the whole time.