The diaries of Harmony Ann Holmes

HuntingFanatic1

Name: Carina Desiree Lavina Howland

Age: Seventeen

Hobbies: Drawing, reading, hunting

Location: Marlin, TX

Hey there, HuntingFanatic1 here! Glad to be on here. Exact date and time of me joining… January, 8th, 2013; 4:18:09 am. There, now you know whether I’m new or not, depending on the date that you’re reading this on. I’m weird, I’m crazy, and I’m maybe a little bit rude. If you’re wondering why I’m saying all this, the answer is very plain: what else would I put on here? I have no clue.

Any suggestions as to what should go here, please message me. This little on my profile is just embarrassing.

I sigh and exit out of the FaceBook page that my parents insisted I got. Most parents hate the idea of their teenagers getting a FaceBook, but when you’re eight… well that’s just unique and annoying, considering that I never even wanted a FaceBook. All it is, is a bunch of sharing of uncomfortable personal information.

I’ve never once considered telling complete strangers much about me, so I lied about everything except where I live. I’m eight, and my name is Harmony Diamond Holmes. Yes, my middle name is Diamond, because (as my parents say) ‘I’m as valuable as a million uncut diamonds’. I get that they consider that a compliment, but it’s a little awkward…

Much to my surprise, I get a PM almost immediately. I click on my mailbox and freeze in surprise:

LickenLover9

Are you really related to Sherlock Holmes?

I groan in annoyance, and then realize… I never put my real last name on here. I send a reply:

HuntingFanatic1

Uh, no. He’s a fictional character, why would you think that?

I sit back in my blue swivel chair and take deep breaths. A reply comes almost immediately:

LickenLover9

It’s me, squirt ;p I see you put up a fake name again. Desiree?

Only one person calls me squirt… I roll my eyes:

HuntingFanatic1

Really, dad? You freaked me out there! I didn’t put my real last name on here… I was wondering how you knew my real last name XD

LickenLover9

Sorry, Squirt. Maybe the package I just got will make you forgive me?

I don’t bother replying and instead just race downstairs in my cream robe and pajamas. Dad, his greying hair not yet combed, is sitting on the couch, his laptop on his lap. “Where’s the package, daddy? Hmm, hmm, hmm? Where is it? If it isn’t real, I will make you regret it! Please show me the package! Please, please, please?”

“Calm down, Nugget. I have it right here,” he pulls a package from behind him and hands it to me. It’s fairly large, and wrapped in brown paper.

I peck dad on the cheek, “Thank you, daddy, thank you, thank you, thank you!” I race up to my room and close the door quickly. I plop onto my bed and take notice of all the post mark stamps, all from the U.K. Weird…

I shrug and tear the wrapping paper off, to reveal about eight leather bound books that look extraordinarily old. I frown in surprise and pick up one book. I open the book up and cough as dust clouds around me. When the dust has cleared, my eyes widen. Written on the inside of the cover is This is the Private Diary of Harmony Ann Holmes; whoever intrudes shall suffer.