Hi, I'm Penelope McQuillen. I know every diary starts with that sentence. I want to talk about this guy named Niall James Horan. Well yes, I know what you're thinking One Direction. Last time I saw him in person was when we were both either potty training or in the day care center.
“Hey, give it back!” I said when my older brother, Pacey, grabbed my diary from my hands.
“Penelope, stop dreaming about that Niall boy. He’s never gonna come back for you.” Pacey said. “And, He won’t even remember you,”
“Whatever,” I said and grabbed back my diary and held it close to my chest. I know I know that was sort of stupid but I have this plan. First, I’ll tell mom I will have a sleepover at my friend’s house then sneek in to the One Direction concert backstage, show Niall our picture when we were holding hands while potty training and boom he’ll recognize me. It’s classic.
