My Diary Will Always Remember Me

Diary Entry 2: 24th November 1995

A/N: 

Hey guys!

So throughout this story there are going to patches where it will say "...". Now in most peoples stories that will mean changing the time etc. but in this one it will be changing the point of view between the diary writing and real life. Just thought I'd clear that up for you guys.

I was gonna call the wardrobe "closet" but I wasn't sure if Canadians called it that, so if any of you guys are or know about that, please message me to clear up my little head ;)

Anyways for now enjoy, have a read!

And I know it's a bit slow but trust me, it'll pick up soon :)

Also if anyone wants me to make them a cover, I can :) Just inbox me!

24th November 1995

Dear Diary,

This new country wasn’t exactly spectacular (neither was any) but due to the time of year, the pure of the white of the snow gave me an aura of peacefulness, especially when it glowed under a glaring light. Our timing of arrival to Quebec International Airport was during nightfall and the busy airport left me squandering through the masses finally reaching the carousel to get my luggage.

It had seriously annoyed me at the time how selfish and unaware people were at that airport. But now that I think about it all I can do is giggle at it for the distorted, displeased face I had been pulling which left little of a positive memory behind.

My aunt was never an organised woman and though my patience was never one to wear thin, being over an hour late and my feet sodden from the tremendous snow that had escaped into my boots, I wasn’t exactly in the best of moods.

It made me laugh how she casually strolled up in her blue Volkswagen Campervan as if everything had gone to plan.

….

Tilly rolled down the window, letting the cold breeze from the frozen air wash in. She shivered in response, twisting the dial to increase the heat in the van.

“Ava!” She squealed, jumping in her seat excitedly.

“Tilly!” Even with the amount of time waiting for her, my foul mood quickly dispersed at the aunt I had not seen in person for so long. I was thankful that I was able to call her by her first name and not with the formal tone of ‘Aunt’ in front of it.

“Come in! Come in!” She rushed out of her seat, pulling open the side door awaiting my entrance as she rubbed her hands up and down her arms, trying to warm up.

Grudgingly I grabbed hold of my suitcase’s handle and tried pulling it along to no avail; the snow had already covered around the wheels. With no other choice, I pushed the suitcase over, turning it sideways as to get the other handle and lift it up. Being a girl with no strength, my grip on the handle lasted for a small amount of time before dropping back down to the ground.

“Oh, come here.” Tilly tutted as she grimaced, carefully placing her feet on the uneven floor with care. She picked the suitcase up with ease before chucking it into the back of the van and stepping back up into the warmth. “It’s good you’ve come to live with me, you’re gonna get you some man’s strength,” She giggled as I joined in, jokingly squeezing my non-existent bicep.

“Alright, alright, let me get in the warmth too,” I laughed, pushing her towards the driver’s seat as I stepped into the stable vehicle, shutting the sliding door behind me. I glided over the passenger seat and looked over at Tilly next to me and her open window.