Well, Hello there Diary.
This is Sakura and its Sunday night.
So, what happened was, I just spent a weekend at Ino’s place, since her parents were away (as per usual). TenTen was in a melancholy mood so we didn’t do anything illegal. We just invented recipes using the strangest ingredients in the kitchen plus some different kinds of old wine.
Also, TenTen set off the smoke alarm seventeen times. She’s been analyzing how smoke alarms work. The melancholyness didn’t last after 7pm.
Anyhow, I just got home from Ino’s, and I thought of this diary. The reason being that it was a birthday present from my dad a few years ago. I remember it was wrapped in green tissue paper when he give it to me, with one of those curling, twirling ribbons, and I made fun of my dad because I knew a shopkeeper must have wrapped it and also because I was twelve and stupid.
Also, I remember that I saw the leather cover and realized it was a diary, and then I raised my eyebrows and kind of humorously threw the diary over my shoulder, saying,” You think I’m the kind of person that writes in a diary?”
Mum and dad laughed, and dad just shrugged, like “oh, well better luck next time.” I put the diary in my bedside drawer, and it’s been there ever since.
Hey, I guess you don’t know all these people, do you, Diary?
You don’t even know who I am.
I’m not the kind of person who writes in diaries.
That’s one thing to know about me.
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