Today was rainy. Really rainy. Like, the kind where the sky just stays gray the whole time and the windows cry.
I like when it rains sometimes, because we get to stay inside for recess and watch movies. But today we didn’t get a movie. We just had quiet time. Mrs. Anderson gave us coloring pages and said we should "listen to the rain and think." That felt kind of weird. She sat at her desk and stared at her hands a lot.
Caleb said she’s been acting strange all week. He said she forgot it was Wednesday yesterday, even though it was Thursday. I guess adults can forget too. I just never saw her that quiet before.
The lights flickered during math class. Brian made a joke and said it was ghosts. Nobody laughed.
At lunch, my milk tasted funny. Like it was warm but still cold? It made my stomach feel weird for a bit. I didn’t tell anyone though. I didn’t want to go to the nurse again. Last time she winked at me and said weird stuff about aliens. I still think about that sometimes.
After school, I walked home with my jacket hood up. The puddles looked deep, but when I stepped in one, it barely splashed. It felt like it had no bottom. Like if I stood there long enough, I’d just keep sinking.
When I got home, the power was out. Mom lit candles and said it was "kinda cozy," but I don’t like when it’s too quiet. We had sandwiches and played cards until the lights came back on. But for a second, right before they did, I swear I saw something move in the hallway. Like a shadow. It was quick. Could’ve been nothing. Probably was.
Anyway, I’m gonna draw a picture before bed. I want to draw that puddle. Not sure why. It just feels important.
goodnight, diary.
– Matthew