To Whom it May Concern...

Chapter 1: Saturday, March 31st, 2011

'Dear Diary,
Hello! This is my diary I guess... Ugh Diary sounds so childish. Oh well.

I guess it's time to introduce myself. My name is Dahlia Blossom Rose, and yes, I am well aware that my first middle and last name all have to do with flowers, no need to remind me again.

Anyway... Today I was strolling through town with my mom-' No, can't say mom. I say in my mind. I erase the three letters off of the page. Who can I put? Boyfriend? No, that's too unrealistic. How about a bestfriend? I'll just put 'Anne' that's simple and somewhat believable

'Anne' I scribble instead of mom, 'and we stopped at this cute little shop at the corner of town' I continue to write, 'Come to think of it the shop was more creepy than cute. There were many porcelain dolls standing on endless shelves. At any moment I felt like one of them was going to jump at me.

The walls were made of wood and it didn't seem sturdy. Anne thought that the walls were going to topple on top of us!' I really hope no one reads this.

'By the cashier, there was a stack of antique looking journals. I grabbed the one on the top and decided to buy it. That journal just so happens to be you!' Well, what else would it be? I roll my eyes at myself.

'Honestly, I don't know why I got you, it just kind of seemed like you were calling out my name,' That part was true, I felt like the book was a magnet and I was a piece of metal.

'So now I have you and I will write in you every single day!' I sounded like a five year old when I write. Hopefully my writing will get better. I close the small journal and set it onto my nightstand.

Maybe it was a good idea that I change the stories around jus a 'little' bit because if not I wouldn't have much to write about.
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I grab my book off of my white nightstand. I read a couple of chapters of it when I suddenly realize that I'm not paying attention at all to what is going on in the story. I lay my hands onto my pink bedspread as I let my book drop onto my stomach.

Today, I actually went to the shop with my mom. The shop was actually Walmart and there weren't any porcelain dolls, but if someone were to actually find this, that would've been too boring for them to read.

I'm lost in though when my eyes start to slowly shut. I sit in complete darkness for only a couple of minutes before I drift off into sleep
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Ok so this idea came to me today and it seems like its a story that I probably won't get writer's block at. Please please please give me feedback whether its nice or mean feedback I don't care and I won't be offended.

Sorry this chapter is really short I didn't really know what to write😂 but future chapters will be long I hope.

Anyway at the end of each chapter I'm going to put the song of the chapter👌

So today's song is Standing By- PENTATONIX.

Whale, goodbye my whales until next chapter byeee
-Sarah!🐢