Hetaliadiary Stories

Hi y'all, I'm Mississippi! And this is my diary. I do stuff and get in trouble. Let's start!

Don't touch that! It's mine!

"H-Hey!D-Don't touch my things!"

My life on my accounts, about my daily adventures!

"Greece somehow got a hold of my last diary... I hope he doesn't get to this one! I made sure to lock it this time."

"Huh? H-hey! Y-you traitor! I gave you a slice of cake, hoping you wouldn't just go and rummage through my stuff. . . Diary thief!"

((Because why not. I posted this on G+ but I feel like it works as a diary entry))

Here, I write about things I feel and all that junk, So yeah ~ ♥ Lien

Don't expect this to be filled with a giggling girl talking about crushes. Or rather, like Prussia's diary. Property of Amara F. Jones.

The female crossed her arms, "You wanted to know more about me right?" She spoke quietly, before handing you the small leather bound book.

Egor:D-Don't touch..

Raimonds:This is my diary,all my anger,rage is in this.

Second part of my diary series. Enjoy!!