Dear Diary,
Is that how they call you? Diary? They said I can jot down all of my feelings here . But I don't think this is working at all... But it will maybe.
Today at school which is also my birthday. Turning into 11 years old young woman today! I got a big shock in the morning. Arjuna gave me a notebook. No, a diary. He said all girls have this so he got me one. It's a nice brown hardcover diary. It must be really expensive. Can't believe he gave me this for my birthday. That's weird. I thought it was another prank of him but seing his red face makes me felt suspicious. Is he alright? Still doubting him. Thank god there's no cockroach nor lizard in the wraps. Because he never give me any gifts or things since we're rival. Like since we are born.
Felt so annoying remembering his mischievous smile. Cavities on his teeth. Typical 9 years old Malayan boy heh.
But it's flattering. Really appreciate his gift. Thank you, Arjuna.
Assalamualaikum and good night!
- Mawar Merah -
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Miss Rose's Diary
Historical FictionHello everyone! The name is Mawar Merah. But pupils call me Rose here. The same mean in Malay. Keep cozy and bring your pillow. Don't forget your tea also. It's time to dive in together in my adventure. Our adventure! Are you ready? Let's begin!!!
