WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS INFORMATION ABOUT CATS THAT ARE PROBABLY NOT CORRECT I JUST WANTED TO ADD A CAT.
I woke up by the sunshine hitting my face in the early morning. I yawn and slowly get up and get ready for another day in school.
"Katie, come get ur breakfast!" "Coming!, I answered.
I walk camly to the kitchen I don't want to fall duhh. My mom had made scrambled eggs with bacon. It was okay I guess my cooking stay being better 🙄✋. After I finished I took my bag and left.After school I went straight to my room and to my diary. I planned to write another entry.
Dear Noah,
School was boring as always. I didn't get my phone taken this time though. I'm going to do some homework now and I'll probably Dm you tonight. I hope you see them one day. If you can of course I know you're very busy. My cat say meow by the way. I think he likes you. He purrs every time he sees a picture of you. One day you'll get to hold him. One day, my love.
Yours truly,
KatieI repeat the same words again and start doing my homework.
"FINISHED!", I shout as I stretch my body. Sitting on a chair for so long is definitely not good for you. "Mikey!"
"You called?", answers my little brother peaking trough my door.
"Can you bring me a glass of water?" "No, you have a body for a reason and we're going to have dinner soon anyway so you have to come." "It's the disrespectful way of talking to your sister for me.", I respond quite suprised at my brother's manners.
But he was right we were going to have dinner soon so I had to go anyway. But the body part was kinda rude. Can't you do something nice for the person who changed your diapers when mom and dad weren't home✋🙄?After dinner I sent my daily Noah Beck Dm. And talked to miss Moon a bit. She looks really beautiful tonight as always. But her shine felt different that day as if she was trying to tell me something. I didn't make much of it and happily went to bed.
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One day, my love
FanfictionOne day, my love. One day, we'll be finally together after all this time. Those are the words I repeat to myself everytime I close my diary hoping they come true. Just to clear something: No, I'm not a Noah Beck stan. This is a Joke. I don't plan...