It is not your diary-started Emma.
Then what is it?-asked Shellby.
How can I say this to you...I'm a big fan of you..-lied Emma.
And what is that book that LOOKS like MY diary?-asked Shellby.
Well...-Emma didn't know what to say.
It's a notebook were she writes what you love and what you don't love.-added William.
Really?-asked Shellby-then read something from there.
Ok..-Emma opened diary-I..think..her favourite ice cream is..strawberry.
It IS true!-Shellby laughed-sorry for beeing rude to you.
Nothing-said William.
Yeah, nothing.-repeated Emma.
Wow..that was a close one.-said Emma.
When are we going to read more of her diary?-William asked her full of curiosity.
We can read more now.-she said.
Then let's do it!-he screamed.
It wasn' a scream like..when your scared.
It was a happy dream.
A dream full of curiosity.
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