A day later.
It's Sunday and I am off to church. I wore a black dress because it was one of the choir members funeral. Her name Stella Dominique. She is 21 and she is one of my friends. She died in a fire at her dad's workplace.
I wore some white flats and a black scarf. I ate some CocoPops and there was a knock on the door.
Violetta: Who is it.
Leon: Its me Leon
Violetta: 'Kay.
I ran to the door and opened it.
Violetta: What are you doing here.
Leon: Hang.
Violetta: Sorry. I got church
Leon: Why
Violetta: I'm Christian and I am in the choir so I think I have to go to church and I am supposed to go to church. Do you?
Leon: Not really.
Violetta: You're coming with me.
Leon: Uh. Sorry no.
Violeta: Come on. It'll be fine. You can join the choir with me
Leon: I can't sing.
Violetta: People who say that can sing. btw you are a terrible liar.
Leon: Fine. What should I wear
Violetta: You're fine.
Leon and I leave the house and straight to church.
Times Skips.
We arrived there and went in. I went to sit with the choir and Leon came along.
Times Skips
Church ended and we left.
Violetta: How was it?
Leon: Not bad
Violetta: And you're voice was amazing
Leon: You think so. Anyways so, lunch?
Violetta: Sorry.
Leon: okay when you're not busy today you can catch me at my bike club. This afternoon.
Violetta: I'll think about it.
We both go our separate ways.
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In My Own World
FanfictionVioletta is a 16 year old girl who loves singing and dancing, playing piano and most of all, writing in her diary. This story is about her life as a teenager
