September

I spent the last three days in my room at Grams because I was upset with everyone for the way Kirby left. Jeremy came to my room in the middle of the night and woke me up, telling me we are leaving. I didn't understand as I knew I wasn't leaving for Pennsylvania until morning. Jeremy explained to me while standing outside of a waiting helicopter that it was the best way to get me out of here. I hate flying, but he assured me it was the best way to get me out of New York so that the person stalking me couldn't follow me to where I was going. I didn't like it, but I got on the helicopter anyway. It was still dark by the time we reached the home of Wyatt Bradshaw, the guy I am dating for the next month. It doesn't impress me that he wasn't even waiting for my arrival. Jeremy showed me to the spare bedroom and left me alone. I already cannot wait to get this month over with and I haven't even met Wyatt yet. I'm ready for all this dating to end. I'm at my wits end.