Dear Diary...

Why?

Tessa -2nd January

Today is the day, Charlotte.
I'm going on a cruise to Italy. Can you believe it? XD! The country of Pizza, and Pasta~. But that's not exactly why I decided that I want to go to Italy. I get to see Alberto. The Alberto, as in Alberto Mondi. The Model. EEK!!! So excited. Facbgb cu qybcgo!!!!! Sorry, spaz...

-12 noon
I don't understand... We were planning to go at 11:30, but it's been half an hour, and we're still not going... I'm gonna go ask.

"Mum, When are we going?"
"Sorry hun... We can't go. There's a large storm coming in, and the cruise is too weak to take it."
Oh wow. A 5 tonne Cruise can't take a little storm... Fine. At least I have an excuse to why I 'need' to ditch Tory, and leave him home alone, While Mum and Dad go out to work... Unless It's Kylie who's coming.

I get my phone out, and begin tapping on the tiny screen.

"Hey Kylie, wanna come over today?"
"What about ur trip?"
"Cancelled, because of a storm..."
"Oh, poop."
"Yeah. U free?"
"Yeah, after lunch."
'k. C u at urs then?"
"Not my place."
"Why?"
"Its.. Messy."
"Umm.. Okay? Cya at my place then!"
"Cya^^

That's how it all happens. That's how Kylie and I usually end up hanging out. Where? Either outside, or at my house. I noticed that never is it that we meet up at hers. It's not like she's homeless, or something. But i don't understand. Why can't I go to her place? Is she trying to hide something from me? No, probably not. I mean, i'm her bæ! She told me all her secrets. But what if she has more? If so, why would she hide it from me?
Just Why? I wish she wasn't so mysterious and secretive...

When Kylie comes over, I want... No, I'm going to ask her why it's never her house that we're meeting up at. If I only had one day to live, my will would be for Kylie to tell me all her secrets she kept from me.

* * * *       * * *               *              *               *               *               *             *              *            *

-Ding Dong-

"Umm.... Tessa, did you have someone coming over?" Tory asked that, because, 'surprisingly', he seems to find complaints in every little thing I do.

"Yeah, Kylie."
"EWW!!!!! NOT HER!!!" Tory Hates Kylie, just how I hate Ellie.
"Umm..... Yeah, her."

I open the door, and let her in. But guess what, Charlotte! She was soaked. She . Was . Soaked . And when I say soaked, I mean s.o.a.k.e.d. AND it wasn't raining a sing drop! Oh. Maybe she took a quick shower and forgot to take her clothes off. That's what I did last term, so...

"Go dry yourself up, gurl~!"

A few minutes later, she came back, wearing the black and white top, and short denims that I got as a set for a Christmas present last year.

"Woah, you look fancy~!"
"Is it good to look fancy?"
"Not good, great."