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Post by ROSALYNDE MARIE WILLIAMS on Aug 25, 2010 16:49:02 GMT -5
ROSALYNDE marie WILLIAMS maybe it's not my weekend,
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Post by ROSALYNDE MARIE WILLIAMS on Aug 25, 2010 17:12:10 GMT -5
DEAR DIARY,
or whatever it is I'm supposed to say. I never got that. why do you write to your diary? It's not like it actually reads itself. And besides, it's not like you're even a diary. You're just a ratty old notebook i found in the bottom of my desk drawer while i was packing. Ugh. Packing. I should probably explain that, huh? It all started a few months ago. Actually, it was more than that. Just after my.... 14th birthday..? Yeah, that sounds right. I started feeling really weird, and then when mom found out, she started acting really weird, and long story short, i turn into a dog whenever i get stressed out. Or mad. Or sad. Or scared. You get the picture. And no, i don't mean i turn into a total bitch, i mean a dog. Like a down-on-all-fours, furry, tail-wagging dog. I'm actually pretty cute. So mom told the school i had chicken pox, and she explained it all to me, and then... Well, i thought it was getting better, but then i went back to school, and finals rolled around, and i started getting nervous for them, and... Well, needless to say, we wouldn't be able to explain why there was suddenly a black lab in my seat instead of me. So i had to come down with some mysterious ailment again, take the finals from home, and mom wouldn't let me go back to school after that. But i guess i still haven't gotten to why i'm packing. Sorry about that, diary. I'm very easily distracted and i though tyou might want the back story. So, as to why i'm packing. Mom's shipping me off to live with Great Aunt Zelda. I mean, not only is the woman's name Zelda (yes, she was around before the video game), she smells weird. AND her house is way out somewhere in Washington. And not D.C.. So I have to pack up all my stuff, leave all my friends and family behind, and move to some tiny town named after silverware. Great. NOT how i imagined my summer going AT ALL. And how is going to Aunt Zelda's supposed to help me, anyway??? Whatever, mom's yelling up the stairs for me to help her bring boxes up from the basement or something. So long.
LOVE, ROSE
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