Dear Diry (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Entry 7

Entry 7, Age 9

Dear Diry,

Today at school my new friend Wendy told me I spelt diary wrong. There's a 'A' in Diry right after the i. I feel silly! I'm not gonna call you a diary though because you're my Diry. It's like a thing we have. Today also Darcy pushed me into the pool. Momy didn't teach me how to swim yet. I almost downed! She had to sit in the naughty corner again. Darcy is not nice. I like Drew better. He is nice to me and we draw and watch tv and he helped me ride a bike. No one likes Darcy. She's a poopy head. I hope mommy doesn't read that or I'll be in the naughty corner with her. Don't tell mommy ok? She won't let Matt or Wendy come over later. And she'll take away Catty! Me and Matt and Wendy are going to go to the park and swing on swings and slide down slides. I like slides. I hope Crystal isn't there. She was last time and she pushed me off the monkey bars. Mommy didn't see and I didn't tell her. Mommy didn't need to know right? It's not like she can send Crystal to the naughty corner. I wish I could!

Playtime :),

Anna Marie!