"Mollie! Come down for dinner!" my aunt Amanda called from down in the kitchen. I looked around and at my journal. I've been writing since I came home from school at three and was almost done with the story I was writing.
"Well, guess I have to come back to reality," I told myself as I walked down to the kitchen of my aunt's house. My mom and dad were out on a business trip for a month and left me at Aunt Amanda's home, who was divorced and had a daughter my age named Gwen (who was one of my only friends).
"What have you been up to in the last couple of hours?" Amanda asked during dinner.
"Oh, just writing a story," I explained.
"Let me guess; it was about you and Matt getting married," Gwen teased.
"What, ewww. That's so gross," I argued. Matt's my crush at school who's also one of the head dancers in the show choir, and he probably doesn't even know that I exist. If I had the courage, I would ask him to be my date for the masquerade prom on Saturday (I'm going solo because no one has asked me out).
"Admit it. You have a major crush on Matt and wish you were more popular so that you two could go to the prom together," Gwen explained.
"It's not like you have the same feelings toward Gavin Gordon," I pointed out, thinking of how many times she talks about her massive crush on the captain of the football team.
Gwen didn't say another word for the rest of dinner.
"It would be like a dream come true if I could be Matt's date to the prom. I think I'll ask him out tomorrow," I thought to myself as I lay in bed that night.
"What if he says no? Won't it be so embarrassing?" the worried voice in my head pointed out.
"It's better than not trying at all, my more confident voice argued.
"I'll think about it more in the morning," I decided before closing my eyes.
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My Secret Journal
General FictionA girl's cousin goes to a ball where she meets whom she believes to be the love of her life only for craziness and unpredictability to happen next,
