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Thursday

15th January,2010

Dear diary,

First of all Hi diary! Its 15 January daddy brought me this Diary.

So let me introduce myself first I am Ariana ( not Ariana Grande) and I am 8 and a half years old. I just like barbie movies and Batman and I love love and love chocolates like many other people do. I have lots and lots of friends at school who I love.

Diary I have thought of a name for u so I could use to call u like I have names for my other dolls and teddy bears. Uhm.. Well I think Diary is a nice name for u so we'll be keeping your name Diary. That's great $) Diary yesterday a strange thing happened. After mommy picked me up from school, like usual, daddy was already home which was unusual. Everyday daddy used to come home late night and when I asked mommy she said he had important work. I even asked her that aren't u important to him and in reply she used to say that he does all this for me but I want daddy not his money nor this living style in which I don't have my daddy!

So when we came home daddy hugged me and asked me how was my day at school. I was about to say something while mom told me to go to my room. I was really surprised. Diary that's not very usual because this time her tune was a bit different. I even tried to ask her why but she again told me to go to my room. I looked at my dad and he eyed me to go. I went to my room and places my bag down and sat on my bed. Diary I really was surprised. After few moments of complete silence I heard my mom scolding and my fathers pitch was also a bit loud.

I opened the door a little to see what was going on. When I opened the door I saw mommy scolding daddy for some reason and it looked like daddy was trying to explain something. I really got scared. Mommy then pointed towards the door. My dad said something to mom which she nodded after replying something to him. I saw daddy turn towards my room and heading towards my room. So I quickly closed the door , without making any sound, and sat on my bed like I didn't knew anything.

Daddy came inside and sat next to me on the bed. I asked him what happened outside. Daddy didn't say a word which worried me more. His expressions looked like he was sad and disappointed or something. He told me that he had to go. I asked him where and in reply he just again said that he had to go. He took his bag and started to search something inside. I looked at him confused. He took out a beautiful cute doll, a pack of chocolates and a beautiful diary with butterflies on it. The diary on which I am writing now.

He gave it to me as he asked me if I liked it and I nodded and said that I loved it. Daddy suddenly hugged me and said goodbye. I asked him why and where was he going but he didn't reply I pushed the doll and the dairy aside and hugged him I told him that I don't want all these toys and teddy bears and nor these chocolates all I want is him. He hugged me back but then stood from the bed. He told me to promise him that I would listen to whatever mommy says and will be a good girl. He told me that I should not be eating more than two chocolates a day. I promised. He said that he loved me and left. I.... I sat still lost in what had happened. I didn't even realise and that tears were falling out of my eyes.

I went out towards the kitchen to find mom crying. I asked mommy what happened and where daddy went. She didn't say anything, I asked her again. She screamed at me and told me to go to my bed and sleep, while the tears were still falling from her eyes.

I quickly went inside my room and laid on the bed. I didn't even knew what happened. I am still really really confused. OK bye diary I feel really sleepy! Bye it was nice talking to you! So

/ GOOD NIGHT /

A/N

I just wanted to give u guys a little bit of an introduction! The real story will start later on! Well just one thing vote and comment if u like or dislike it


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