I am dead inside. Brit went up to me and tried to have a conversation?? Whom even are you, ma'am.
Oh yeah, yesterday my mom asked me if I was writing in my diary. I lied, she can't know. It'll make her suspicious. I don't want her to read this! She can never know about my ga
OKAY SO I FORGOT WHAT I WAS WRITING BUT FOOD!!! YUMMY IN (haha 69) MY DANG TUMMY.
So brit is still annoying, but I'm slowly thinking she's not that bad, I still hate her don't get me wrong, but she could be worse. I kinda wanna grab her stupid rosy cheeks and give her a big k... er, well.. that's too far. Am I blushing? I dont... I don't think I am...
She's just been on my mind reccently, nothing else matters to me right now, she's very important to me. I kinda want her to just, be happy.
Oh yeah, I was talking to my friend yesterday and she brought up brit! She asked me if I still hated her guts and I kinda just, looked away and mumbled. She can't know! No one can! I refuse! Even if her stupid eyes make me weak and her hair looks so soft to me suddenly, and I wish I could just be her friend. Or more.. I'm very confused.
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Secrets of Harving - original story
General FictionA girl gets a diary and reluctantly writes in it almost daily. her town slowly becomes weirder and weirder, weird for its own standards, and she begins to investigate.
