Dear diary,
It's been a hectic week, I don't think I can deal with all my problems any more. Today I went to Michael's house over 2 hours ago, I woke up had my breakfast and ran to Michael's house. It was only 5 houses down form my house. When I knocked on his door a big burly, old muscly man, answered the door. Was THAT Michaels DAD? I'm pretty sure it was not, Michael was slim and had no muscles, so maybe it was the mum's DNA? I had no idea. He asked me what I was there for, I said to see Michael. He said while shrugging his shoulders, who the hell is Michael?, he then pushed me off the porch and said to get lost. Where was Michael?. I was so worried I needed to get things straight with him and I. Then I heard a big truck across the street, IT WAS A MOVING FURNITURE TRUCK. Michael had moved houses. I ran as fast as I could to the truck, but I never reached it. Was it because of me he moved? Was I that mean?
Well anyways, bye diary see you tomorrow.
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My life's diary
Novela JuvenilHi my name is Fantasia I am 15 and I got a new diary, everyday I will write my days journey in it. ❥ This is fictional based on no true stories
