A Page Of My Future

Dear Future

Janet, come back here with my diary!

I yelled at the top of my voice trying to find my way through my room filled with baggy shirts and hoodies. She had dropped by for a sleepover the previous night even though we eventually stayed up all night, going through my clothes and shoes... not to mention.. jeweleries... It was fun...but right now she had ran off to the veranda to read my diary as she had promised the previous day. I should be running after her to get my diary .... actually...it's called "My Future" ..... that's the name written on the hard cover of the book . But I'm tired I've been running around my scattered room trying to get her...but damn! She's faster than I'll ever be in my next life, of there is a next life.....

Y'know what, I guess I'll just go to the veranda and let her read .....I know she's already started ........

"J, wait up! Don't start reading without me "

Dashing out of the room and into the kitchen to get us some fruit juice, I can hear hear giggling at my never ending sketches.

"Janet you actually should not read people's diaries"

" Exactly....says the person who snatched mine three years ago, read it from page to page and still says that I should have gotten a C in English , because I kept making silly mistakes.

"Fine... you're free to read ...but I'm not gonna let you say a word about my mistakes..."

..... Blows raspberries and starts reading......

My life has always been messy, I guess it's just the two angels who are always there to make it less of a mess.

My boring life at school which is only spiced up by fights from time to time ... And at the end of the day.

My mentality of .......the four letter word... L-O-V-E : Well basically I don't believe in such emotion. I don't exactly know why but I don't think I'm ever going to fall in ..... Talk less of someone falling in love with me. .......damn if that happens I'm I'll be the man in the relationship. Beating up the unfortunate young man if he ever does anything stupid.
Cos.... I'm what you'd call a Tomboy. And it feels great.

Next is my relationship with miss Klein.....it's all very complicated .... she's not my mom...but she's definitely more than just a nanny to me, even though I hate to admit it....My parents...were involved in .......an accident...while I was a kid ......... either ways let's get on the Story my boring life