Dear diary,
Today was... calm.
I got up earlier than usual today (I still have no idea why) and decided to go on a walk. It was spontaneous really, I wanted to, so I did. I decided to take a few art supplies with me, along with you. I also took some money with me for breakfast and lunch, feeling good about myself.
I'm going to be honest... the art I made wasn't that great. It was terrible (as you can see above) but I enjoyed making it! I wasn't aiming for a masterpiece anyways. I'm getting ahead of myself though, so I should probably go back to where I was-
Anyways, with all of my things packed, I left a note for the fosters and left. Whilst I was walking I found myself strolling to Cathy's street. Whilst I was passing, I thought that I might as well see if she was available.
So I knocked on her door. And I waited. A minute or so passed before I knocked again, hoping for a response.
Finally, the door opened.
Cathy's foster mother stood, staring at me. 'Looking for Cathy?' She asked, annoyance seeping into her every word. She was short, with wispy golden hair that was tied back into a tight bun. She wore a cyan towel around her pudgy body, and she stared at me as she began blowing at her newly applied nail polish.
'Yes' I responded, unsure of what would happen next.
'CATHY! SOME GIRL OUT HERE WANTS TO SEE YOU!' She yelled, before turning back to her nails and leaning further into the oak doors. I heard footsteps as Cathy rushed down the stairs, wearing pink pyjamas with unicorns embroidered all over them. I recognised those pj's from last Christmas, where I gave her the most stupid, absurd and childish piece of clothing I could find, fully expecting that she would never actually wear them.
She noticed me staring at her clothing and began to blush, before shrugging it off and saying 'I had nothing else to wear.'
I explained that I was going on a walk for a few hours and asked if she could come. She was caught off guard by my suggestion, but she accepted- as well as her foster mother.
And that's how I began walking around the streets of London with my 'enemy' beside me.
That's all I can write for today, the fosters are calling!
I'll finish tomorrow!
