Dear Diary,A story of a ghost

How I got my first diary

Warning
this book contains explicit language,graphic details,and Good grammar and vocabulary...Hi my name is Alora and I'm from England,I have come to tell you of how I got my diary and my life.I remember it like is was yesterday. I was 7 and had a long list,it was super long I am not going to put what I wrote down cause it is just too long. I wrote the long Christmas list on November 28th, 1999, I asked for what any normal girl would ask for,a diary, by the time Christmas was around the corner I was excited as fuck. I stocked up on sugar and I gained a couple pounds but since I was to young to know what 'metabolism' meant. But I was really smart growing up and knew my parents smoked weed, they didn't know that I knew that they smoked pot. Anyways let's get back to the story of how I got my diary. Where was I? Oh yeah I remember, ok so I got chocolate 12 days before Christmas and ate one each day until it was Christmas and on the 25th of December I went to my grandma's house with my mom and my dad. We ate for dinner was salad, chicken, breadsticks, mashed potatoes and gravy, and pasta. It was good food I tell ya' then came opening presents, my mom handed out the first gift to grandma, hand the second one to dad, one she kept for her self and handed the the last present to me. Grandma got a Nutcracker, mom got a blanket and some clothes, dad got a mini pool table that included the pool sticks the balls and the triangle, the cool thing about it you could lift the stiff,green fabric to get the balls out, and I got a camouflage diary with a lock that came with a key and little gems that read out: LOVE on the cover, with a big red gem that I pushed and lit up green, pink, blue, and red. By the time red showed up the colors flashed quickly before they disappeared.we rode home in a blue Honda Civic and grandma's house wasn't that far. We had to take a highway to get to her house, But on the way we heard gun shots and decided to speed up a little so they have no chance in shooting us. But they managed to shoot the back window and my mom swerved left then right and sped up a lot more. Since I was in the back on the way I kept my head ducked far enough were no one could see me. After the gun was fired I cried a little thinking that we wouldn't get out alive. The window was severely cracked and had to go the Honda next to our house. And walk all the way home until wet got the phone call to say the window was done. We decided to stay home for a couple of days cause of what happened, mom and dad wouldn't let me go outside for a little while till I was I little bit older. Then got weird quick after the day our back window got shot I got a bad fever to the point where I had to be taken to the E.R. I was hospitalized for a week and I hated it by the time August came I was sad cause my break was about to be over with. Before the last day my doctor that was taking care of me said we could leave tomorrow at any time. So we did, we left early so we could go home. But when we got home our house was vandalized, broken windows, spray paint on the garbage, yard, and windows, but luckily they didn't steal anything. When we got home and went inside I immediately went to my room, shut the door behind me, and took the key to unlocked my diary and I realized I need to write with a pen or a pencil and started searching so I could write on my diary. Here is what I wrote:

Date: 1/1/1999 Title: what I went through in a week

Dear diary, I wrote a long Christmas list and got what I always wanted a,diary so I could write my feelings down whenever I felt a certain way about something. We almost died on the way home from grandma's house on Christmas Day. We went to Honda to get a new back window. And I got sick and has a bad fever and got hospitalized for a week. The day before I was out of the hospital. She said "you may leave at any time you want" And when we came home our house was vandalized. Spray paint everywhere, and broken windows. That is all for today diary