The Diary of Seraphina...

Entry Six...

The wind was chilly, making goosebumps appear on my arms.

Great. I should have brought my cardigan along.

The pathway is filled with dead leaves which crunches whenever I step on them.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

After stepping on leaves upon leaves, I finally reached my house. It has an amazing garden filled with flowers and herbs, all thanks to my dad. Who knew that he had a green thumb? My mum just cannot be bothered with dirt and insects.

"I'm home!"

Once I stepped past the threshold, I took a whiff of the house which always smells like vanilla, all thanks to my mum's salivating cookies.

Home sweet home.

"In the kitchen!" shouted my mum.

Like always, my mum cannot go a day without baking. Something about baking being in her blood. But hey, her baking is superb so I'm not complaining.

"Hey mum! Where's Sam?"

Oh, in case you're wondering, Samuel or Sam, is my annoying nine year old brother.

"Oh, he's at the Fisher's for a play date," mum said whilst putting another batch of cookies into the oven.

The Fisher's live just a few houses away. I've known them my whole life since they're practically my godparents. Since Mr and Mrs Fisher had trouble conceiving a child, they adopted an eight year old Asian girl called Samantha or Sam.

Samantha has beautiful almond-shaped eyes which are hazel in colour. Not to mention, she has shoulder-length hair which is golden, red and brown when exposed to the sunlight in different angles.

Urgh, I'm jealous of an eight year old.

I know, my brother and Samantha share the same abbreviated version of their names. Sometimes it can get confusing for people. Just imagine having to call two Sams at the same time. Awkward.

I like to call them the "The Sams". It'd make a great joke once they're all grown up. Who knows, they might just fall in love.

Sera the Matchmaker. Ah, I like the sound of that.

"Is dad napping again?" I mused.

"Oh, you know him. He loves naps. He is such a hopeless case," mumbled mum. "Must be his age catching up to him."

I laughed. "I'll be up in my room if you need me."

I went up the staircase and headed straight to my room which is situated at the end of the hallway. It's not as creepy as it sounds.

My room is painted in a rose gold colour. There is a window in the middle of the room with a raised seat accompanied by sheer cream-coloured curtains. And, a vanity table is placed right next to the window.

On the right side, there lies my Queen-sized bed with a canopy.

Don't judge me, I just love to sleep. Who doesn't right? What better way to fall asleep than in a huge bed?

I lit a caramel apple scented candle which was on my bedside table. I seriously cannot go a day without lighting a candle. It soothes me and it makes my room smell yummy.

To the left of the room, there is a study table with a closet just beside it.

Since there is no homework on the first day of school, I have a lot of time to spare. I took my diary and dived right into my bed. Not literally of course.

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So, I went to the bookstore just now. Mr and Mrs Lovegood are like the epitome of sweetness! Mr Lovegood even told me that he was such a shy man back then. Pfft! Shy? No way.

Anyway, I think after having that pep talk, I should really talk to Ryder. I know it's going to be nerve-wrecking but a girl can try right? It's not like I'm professing my undying love to him or something. So should I just say hi or make small talk?

"Oh hey Ryder! The weather today is simply warm and inviting, don't you think?"

No no, that won't do! He would think that I'm some weird kid. Urgh. This is proving harder than I thought it would. Oh well. I'll just call Amaryllis for advice.

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Heeding my own advice, I dialled Amaryllis's number.

"Hey, I really need your help. It's about Ryder," I spoke in a rushed tone.

"Take a chill pill Sera! What's up?" Amaryllis spoke in a teasing manner. "Wait, let me guess. You want to confess your love to him, hmm?"

"W-what? Of course not! I just want to talk to him. He might not even know that I exist," I complained. "He would just think that I'm just some girl."

"Well, for starters, you should just introduce yourself. Don't rush into all that I've-liked-you-since-freshman mojo. That'd just freak the shit out of him," Amaryllis advised.

"Alright, I guess it won't hurt to try I suppose."

"Great! That settles it then! Anyway, see you tomorrow Sera. Don't worry too much."

And with that, I ended the call. It's time to take a shower. I took my pajamas - cute owl shorts with a flowy white coloured shirt along with my other neccessities to the toilet.

After freshening up, I was just in time for dinner. I put my damp hair up in a bun and headed downstairs.

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A/N: Do leaves crunch? I don't really know the proper term. HAHAHA! 'Till then, it remains as it is.

By the way, Sera's diary entry is a continuation from when she wrote during English lesson. Hence, why it didn't begin with a "Dear diary,"