Dear Diary Entry # 3

Dear Diary,

Today is day three of my three-month journey in the mentor program.

Third Assignment

Write a scene from George’s POV.

The premise of the scene is this:

He’s having some sort of party/gathering at his home.  He discovers Rebecca in a part of the house she shouldn’t be.  She is just a friend of a friend, so he has no idea who she is, but he suspects she may have been snooping.


( This post was after I talked to my mentor, minor edits were made)

“It’s now or never.”

George ( Add feeling) pulled his green polo shirt over his head. Looking in the mirror, he adjusted the collar and tucked it into his khaki pants. (sighed) One final look and he was ready to join his family and friends for the party. It was a house warming party set up by his mother. He’d finally decided to purchase his first house. “You need a foundation, how else do you plan to care for my future grandkids.” His mother would always say. Shaking his head, he grabbed his watch and wallet off the dresser placing it in his back pocket. People had already started to arrive. It would be rude for the host to be late. He laughed at his last thought before closing his bedroom door and heading downstairs. (Another place you can reinforce how is really feeling about this party)(Explain him coming downstairs, what did he see?)

“There he is! I was just about to come and drag you out of your room.” George smiled and hugged his mother. She was the sweetest woman he knew. She squealed as he grabbed her into a bear hug, spun her around before placing her on the ground again. (Make him want to pulls his hair out… put in a relevant comment) He loved his mother even when she would make him want to pull his hair out.

“Yes, Ma I’m sorry it took me so long,” he spoke softly into her ear. Some of his cousins, congratulated him, and commented on the house. His whole family was present. Coming from an Irish family, it wasn’t a surprise. After giving many, “Thanks” George headed for the kitchen in search for the delicious food he smelled. (Example -He loved his mother, even though she insisted on celebrating every event with the entire family.)

George stopped at the bar to grab a beer. The crowd had spilled through the French doors out into the landscape backyard. He found his best friend’s Robert, Jennifer, and someone he’d never seen before on the patio. He stomach growled, he would stop and say hello later, right now food. (Talk about him walking in the kitchen)

(Abrupt)Time was flying quickly, and people already started to head home. The food was amazing. He would have to thank his mother later. Stopping at the bar, he grabbed another beer.  Conversations were light, casual, mostly about business, and family. George was never one for small talk. It annoyed him. Like right now, his uncle was talking about his latest fishing trip, and George could care less. Who wants to sit on a boat all day? Sure as hell wouldn’t be him.  Glancing around, George looked for an excuse, but everyone was busy at the moment, even his mother. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please excuse me, um… I need to take care of something,” he smiled.

“Yeah, boy take care of that, but hurry back, I was just getting to the best part,” his uncle drunkenly announced.

George nodded his head and walked away. Maybe he could sneak upstairs for a little while and no one would notice. Swallowing the last of his beer, he tossed the can into the trash bin next to the stairs. Afraid someone would notice, he took the steps two at a time. Laughing at his attempt to get away from his family, something had fallen. Looking around he noticed that his bedroom door cracked open.  Walking slowly he could hear footsteps walking from his bedroom into his bathroom. Not wanting to alert the person, he stopped and pulled off his boots, placing them next to his bedroom door. (Example – The light in the bathroom was on, sending a shadow cascading across the bed.)

The light in the bathroom was on. He could see a shadow cascading off the bed.  He shifted his weight trying to get a better look. Upstairs was off limits to guest and family, he made sure of it himself. So who was upstairs? And why were they in his room?

His stood there for a while. The person never re-entered his room. So, he couldn’t tell if it was a man or women. Then he heard someone swear silently.  It was a woman George smiled to himself. Standing tall, he entered his room. The intruder must have not heard him walk in because she hadn’t walked out of the bathroom. Why was she in his room? There is a guest bathroom down stairs, he thought to himself. As he walked to the door, he stopped. It was her! The girl that was with Robert and Jennifer earlier, she was beautiful. Her long brown hair stopped mid of her back. Her shape was of an hourglass, slim at the top, then curvy playing out the nicest ass he had seen in months. Clearing his throat, he noticed she went stiff.

“Not saying I object to you being in my bathroom. I would like to know why?” He leaned his shoulder against the door jam, glancing at the mirror so he could get a look at her face. She had her head down, but he could see the red rising up her neck. Was she blushing? Not wanting to scare her, he smiled.

“ Um…Um… I…I’m sorry, the lady down stairs told me I could use the upstairs bathroom. The guest bathroom was occupied,” she replied softly.

George knew of the woman she spoke of, his mother. Leaning away from the door jam, he walked over and sat on the toilet, closing the lid before taking a seat. He leaned his head back against the wall and turned so he could look at her. Red patches filled her face, she was embarrassed, but he wasn’t sure about what?

“Well, I’m not going to lie, I needed to get away,” he replied, rewarded when she glanced at him with a questionable look on her face.

“It’s your house warming party, why are you hiding.”

“Family,” was all he replied, before grabbing a face towel off the counter and passing it to her. She looked at his outreached hand for a moment, and then turned away, causing him to frown.  Why did she turn away? Was he being rude?

What the hell? This is his house, his bathroom. He should be the one pissed. He watched her for a moment and noticed that his first aid kit was on the counter. He looked around to see if he noticed anything. Blood, he noticed it was on his floor. Had she cut herself? He looked at her closely now, and noticed her ears were a bright red. Leaning forward to get a better look at her lower body, he noticed blood running down her leg. Jumping up, he startled her. She jumped back and bumped her legs against the tub causing her to fall backwards into it.

He rushed forward to help her. She looked startled and scared, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you…I um… Damn, do you need pads, or something, I could go ask my…” her eyes were beautiful, hazel brown with thick eyelashes that made them stand. Her face was round. She had a full set of lips that made him wonder how soft they were. Grabbing her hands, he pulled her out of the tub. She was short, her head only reaching his chest bone. She quickly pulled her hands away giving him the evil eye.  He smiled, he couldn’t help it, she looked like a small puppy trying to act like a pit bull.

“I’m not on my period. I tripped coming into the house from the patio,” she snapped. (She needed to make him back pedal a bit first and sort of take the upper hand, and then give in.)

“Oh, well let me help you with that.” George turned and grabbed the first aid kit of the counter. When he turned back around, she had taken a seat on the rim of the tub. He bent down, placing the kit in front of him.

“Put your leg straight out for me. I need to see the wound.” He watched her face looking for a sign or an emotion to cross it, telling him to stop. But, nothing but a small smirk appeared making his smile in return.

“Your bossy, you know that,” a hint of laughter on her voice.

“Well, when someone walks into my bedroom, goes through my stuff without permission, and then gives me the evil eye, I think I have a right, don’t you? “

George began to clean her knee. It wasn’t bad just a few scratches. He placed a SpongeBob square pants band-aid on her knee. It was all he had, his little brother always hurt himself. After cleaning up the mess and wiping down the remaining blood, he threw everything in the trash. He turned on the water to wash his hands, while watching her in the mirror.  She was rubbing her knee, when she looked up and seen him watching her. So beautiful.

“So, what’s your name,” he asked while grabbing a washcloth turning to face her.

Red returned to her cheeks, as she bit her bottom lip. He could tell she was debating on telling him the truth. Hell, she could walk out his door and never see him again. And he cared why? Turning away, he threw the cloth into the hamper. Turning back around, she now stood by the bathroom door, smiling, “Rebecca.”

“I’m George,” he replied before following her back into the hallway. He watched as she descended the stairs. He would see her again. He had a gut feeling.

Well diary, that’s all I have to share today. My next assignment is to make some edits to George’s POV, then write Rebecca’s POV. I think I did good without making any changes, edits, or revisions. Now lets see what I can do with all the changes made. 🙂 I can’t wait to see what happens next.

Abby Rae

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