I open the door to Shamar’s room. I sat on the bed. Jay experienced shock, but he sits beside me. In Shamar’s room, it’s nothing but sports articles and pictures of him and Jevaun.
“Did Shamar know about you?”
“Yeah, I talk to him about everything. He knew about me, and I knew about him. When my mother would whoop me, he would step in. I miss him. He truly was my best friend.”
He was talking about Shamar when I perceived something under my feet. I reached under the bed and pulled it out. It was a journal by Shamar.
“I really don’t want you going through my brother’s stuff,” Jay cautiously stated.
The journal was in my lap until it slid on the floor, face-up, and started flipping pages. Jay looked spooked. I picked it up and started reading it. Shamar had detailed how he had seen his t
