Dear Diary,
Today is the day I talk to him. I am getting a little nervous. What if he doesn't like me? What if he just ignored me? I dont think I would be able to live if he did that. I want to start the form of something other than me being his stalker.
At breakfast my ma asked why I was so jittery. I told i had a big test today. She can't know. She is just like, my friend, Ruby. She doesn't like people of his color. I don't care what color he is, as long as he is mine. Okay, that sounded a little creepy.
Anyways, school is close to ending and we got free time from the teacher after our lesson. I usually always write when this happens. Sometimes I draw pictures of him.
Only a few minutes to the bell so I should start organizing my stuff to leave.
Tomorrow I will write about how it went today. Wish me luck.
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