Journal of the Second Largest Planet

{Entry 5}

The writing is shaky towards the beginning, but gradually gets better.

Dear journal,

     First of all, I need duck tape for Pluto's mouth. He needs to stay quiet. I don't think my brain could handle it if someone doesn't shut him up! I'm not it denial and I refuse to admit anything!

     U-Um. I. . . I was talking with Mars. He avoided the question again. It's gnawing at my brain, the curiosity is. Anyway, that's not why I'm writing this. . .

     Hecalledmecute. There. A-And Ikissedhischeek. BUT THAT'S IT! Nothing else. I totally did not turn bright red and feel my heart speed up to the pace of a rabbit's. Definitely not. And after that, I totally didn't flirt with him and hold his hand and-

     I'll stop writing now.

     Sol decided to take a dare where he had to—What's it called? Twerk?— in front of me. I got offended, as I imagine most would when an over-practiced Earth tradition is preformed in front of you. Then Pluto, Mars, France, and Mama were there. Mama didn't let me hurt him.

     That's sad. But I did dump sugar on his head. Yay! That made me a bit happier. I'm going to draw my emotio—

The word cuts off as she opened her sketchbook to the sketch she did of the plant and the person Mars. She began to blush again and the writing got shaky, again.

     Forget drawing. I'll do something else. Maybe I'll bake a cake. Cakes are good. I'll make it shaped like the sun then I'll serve it to the countries and see if they wonder if I actually baked Sol.

     Oh! I'm also happy because Admin tried her best to draw me and she says it's the best she's ever done! Awe, I'm flattered!

     But I'm still not going to write my emotions in this. Let's all assume I'm a void of darkness with no light in my heart and be done. My true feelings are locked in a vault in the deepest pit of my soul.

     I'm a bit bored right now. I kind of wish I supported life like Earth. Then I wouldn't have to travel there every time I want to do something fun or eat out. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to support life. What would it be like? Would the creatures walking your surface feel like ants crawling on you skin? Questions...

-Saturn