Kate's p.o.v
I opened the diary. The first page covered something inspirational:
"Time doesn't like me much and so do I. It hates me for wasting it too much and I hate it for being so brutal; leaving me vulnerable at so much occasions. But there is one thing we like about eachother; we are never stopping. For us, for someone else or for anything in this whole wide world."
Love,
H.Wow! Amazing. She was a good writer too!
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Well, I must say that the person who will find this will be fortunate because he or she will know every bad and good moment of my life up till now. Haha. Anyways whoever reading this, enjoy!
Love,
H.She's funny!
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February, 2006
05:56 p.m.
It was the day when I turned seven. I was very happy, in fact I thought I was the most happiest girl. Mom and dad surprised me once more. They called my grandparents this time! My grandmother is women of my dreams! Ten times more prettier and beautiful than I had ever pictured. This was the first time I was seeing her and I'd never imagined any grandmother could look like this elegant beauty, so pretty and young.My grandfather is so handsome. He's the real man. He is! He never dyed his hair. His blonde and shiny hair suited him a lot and he looked more handsome with them. I thought Mom and Dad love me unconditionally and they do but still I can't find the answer, why they sent me to live with grandparents in Virginia. Anyways it was one of my favourite place but I wanted to live with my parents. My grandmother told me that my parents are busy in some film production work and everybody insisted so I had to go anyway.
12:44 a.m.
It had all happened so fast: the packing then the plane landing, that crowded airport, and all the worldly things that I'd thought would be so easy, huh.... but they weren't so easy. My grandmother smiled whenever she looked at me. It felt like she was in heaven. My grandfather bought so many sweets and chocolates for me. My eyes were teary because I knew I was going to miss my parents.As we reached home, the fragrance of jasmine made me feel so refreshed. I love Jasmines! Inside that house, once my black leather jacket was off, I slowly turned around in circles, my breath caught, my eyes wide open, staring, staring and staring. And too late I realized it was bad manners to stare! The house was perfectly designed.
My grandparents choice is too good! The whole house was filled with ancient paintings and I love paintings, the ANCIENT ones! It looked so amazing, like they were only made for this house. My grandmother showed up while I was in the kitchen to have something as I was hungry and took me upstairs to show me my room. I guess she was tired so she apologized and went to her room to take a power nap. she told me I will find my grandfather more interesting because he never needs to nap. We all laughed! My grandfather said that now we'll have some more time to spend with each other.
He told me that if I like reading there is a library on the third floor. He told me that Granny loves writing. I asked him can she help me in writing books, in amazement, because I love writing too!
While moving towards my room, I saw the living room. It was full of amazing paintings! Paintings of sea, painting of forests, painting of buildings, some sketches and I truly love them! I thought the house was only full of ancient paintings but no, it's full of beauty too. Grandfather told me that these all paintings and sketches were done by my grandmother. She's so prefect, like seriously, someone so beautiful, so intelligent, so elegant can sketch and paint so well! Wow! It was so impressive, I'm obsessed with her!My grandmother showed me my room. My room was..... BEAUTIFULLY DECORATED! I loved the ceiling, how wonderful it is to have a painted sky overhead with birds flying. I loved the colours too! I felt like this was made for me. I hugged my Grandfather and kept thanking him and grandmother for this amazing room.
I was a child at that time. I didn't know my parents had sent me here for their own advantage; so that they can work without any distraction and disturbance. Did I ever disturbed or distracted? That wasn't fair.
Huh, anyways my room was perfect, it was my dream room! And honestly speaking it was the best room of that house! All others rooms were quite boring. It had been a tiring day for me so my grandfather kissed my forehead and I slept.
Love,
H.This is something I had never experienced, I wish no one ever did. I didn't know her life was so stuff, well no one knows that. It has been a secret.
As I started reading I got to know many things! It was all something unpredictable! I never thought that such things also happen to people who already suffer a lot in life.
Everyone thinks that she is an actress so she must be living a luxurious life from the beginning. But who knows the truth and who cares? Everyone knows that her parents love her a lot and yes! It's true but still she had to live with her grandparents. Well, I must say that she is still very lucky.
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