“Everybody who wanted to be a writer and didn’t become one failed based on one of two critical reasons: one, they were lazy, or two, they were afraid. Let’s take for granted you’re not lazy. That means you’re afraid. Fear is nonsense. What do you think is going to happen? You’re going to be eaten by tigers? Life will afford you lots of reasons to be afraid: bees, kidnappers, terrorism, being chewed apart by an escalator... But being a writer is nothing worthy of fear. It’s worthy of praise. And triumph. And fireworks. And shotguns... So shove fear aside — let fear be gnawed upon by escalators and tigers. Step up to the plate. Let this be your year.” -Chuck Wendig
June 24th
There’s something you, reader, should know before you proceed any further into the wild domains and escapes of my mind.
1.) If I haven’t specifically given this to you and told you to read it, then PUT THIS DOWN RIGHT NOW UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO TRANSFIGURE YOU INTO A WEASEL AND LEAVE YOU LIKE THAT.
2.) If you gotten past step one, then wow, I can’t believe I could actually trust someone this much, so congratulations.
3.) If you by any chance are Grace Chang, then you must have matured, at least to some extent, because, wow, why the hell am I so stupid to let you read this...
4.) I am a writer. Not a very good one, but yes, I am in fact a writer and this is my ever-so-lovely diary.
5.) I am not a cheesy person, so don’t you ever for one second start to think that this diary is going to be a load of mushy crap about the boy that I fancy, because, I’m sorry if I disappoint you, but it’s not.
6.) I’m a reader. I aim to read at least a book a week, if not more. (And I do not mean books for school, I mean private-enjoying-books-that-I-read-entirely-by-choice.)
7.) If you’re reading this, you ought to know the rest about me, so I won’t go into any more boring, cheesy details about myself and my strangely geeky life.
August 29th
AND HERE COMMENCES THE BEGINNING OF ROSE-WEASLEY’S NOT-CHEESY-BUT-PERFECTLY-WELL-WRITTEN-DIARY.
I find it funny that my mother would be upset that I’m not Head Girl.
There’s over one hundred girls in the grade, some of which are perfectly nice ‘A’ receiving girls whom have had a boyfriend or two in their lifetime and care somewhat about their future, and then there’s the slim one percent that are completely BA and pull pranks daily and somehow manage to survive.
It’s funny that one of the slim one percent would actually become Head Girl.
It’s also funny that my mother simply CANNOT seem to understand that
I am clearly a much better behaved student than Cianna Williams why can’t she just freaking accept that and move on.
And don’t even get me started on the Head Boy. Mom practically started spewing flames when she heard who Head Boy was.
Scorpius Malfoy.
SCORPIUS FREAKING MALFOY IS HEAD BOY WHILE I DIDN’T EVEN BECOME A PREFECT? And not only that, but I make it my duty, my lawful and serious
duty
to become a prefect every year since the option became available. This is the first year that I haven’t been one.
I’ve never received anything but an ‘Exceeds Expectations’ on my report card (excluding Potions last year and Charms two years ago, but you know, whatever) and I’ve never pulled a
