Dear Diry (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Entry 8

Entry 8, 10 years old

Dear Diry,

Today was just any other day. I find it hard to think of interesting things to write in here. Nothing really good happens to me. The only good thing I could think of happening to me is for my dad to visit. Mommy showed me a picture of him the other day. I did have his eyes, same color and all. My hair is very similar too. It's not as light as it used to be, but a little darker. Mama told me that my Dad's hair was the same as me when I was a wee girl. It's late and I can't sleep because I'm feeling queasy. I don't know why. I just can't stop thinking if Crystal and the way she whispered to her friends today. They were all in this circle giggling and I saw her glance over at me sometimes. It makes me worry. I don't know why. She probably ain't talkin about me. I just feel like she always is. After that Matt tapped me on the shoulder and I became it. I almost forgot we were playin tag becuse of crystal. I tagged Webdy then we got bored and slid down the slides. I fell off the end and got my skirt all muddy. Mommy said she's gonna stop giving me skirts to wear if I keep messing them up. Darcy says only sluts wears skirts in high school anyway. Mommy slapped her on the shoulder and told her no and to not repeat that. Darcy thinks she's cooler because she's a fish man now. Being a fish man sounds awful scary. Drew is in middle school now too. He has lots of homework and not much time for playing anymore. I wish Matt lived closer to me. Wendy is always busy with her dancing. Her mom takes her there all the time and is very into making her the best she can. I'd hate to have Wendy's mom as a mom. Her mom doesnt let her eat ice cream because it's fattening. But Wendy is small so I don't understand. Matt doesn't either. I think I'm starting to get more tired now. I might sleep now.

Goodnight,

Anna Marie

P.s Darcy does kind of look like a fish

-

It's been a year but I gave it a new cover and decided I might as well continue it