prologue
Ashton sighed as he unzipped his backpack, spilling the contents out onto his dark blue bedspread. He moved both his Algebra and World History textbook out of the way, and flung a few notebooks onto his floor gently.
He then found a blue ink pen within the contents from his bag, and a small, brown, leather book. He flipped the book open and stopped at the first blank page he could find. Then he bit the pen cap off and began writing the words he dreaded the most:
Dear diary,..
YOU ARE READING
dear diary ,, cashton au
Fanfiction"I have a diary." "You're so proud having a diary. 'Dear diary, it's Ashton again, this is my diary.'" This is probably never going to be finished. I wrote this when I was younger and I love the writing style so I'm keeping it up but it will never b...
