I totally forgot about my old story, Secret Letters. Personally I got bored with the plot. But don't worry-I'm making a new, better version of it!
So . . .here goes. Enjoy (I hope!) And feel free to post and give me a friendly
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Entry 1. Day Before School.
Hey, what's this? It must be one of my sister's old things. Wow, she has a lot of old photos in here-wait, is that her?! She's so small!
Oh, well, if I'm gonna be using this I better introduce myself to whoever finds it years after-my grandchildren's children might find it! And then they can know all about me and my middle school life!
So, I'm Jennie. And I'm in Rosy River Cat Middle School. Next year is going to be 7th grade. And that next year . . .is tomorrow.
Well, I guess my grandchildren's children will want to know what I look like. -cough- I'm not too pretty -cough-
That's a school yearbook photo...that I got out of my yearbook. [duh]
Oh, goody! You have lined paper! I always have trouble evening my sentences up! Wait, what exactly are you? Not a diary, absolutely not. My grandchildren's children are not going to think I wrote in a diary my whole life. But your not exactly a journal either . . .
A thing! Of course. `Ain't that smart of me to think somethin` like that up? Of course your a thing, like come on!
Well, thing, I guess I'd better tell you some more stuff so my grandchildren's children can know.
My sister is Flakes. She got addicted with Egyptians and how they worshiped cats so she painted herself Egyptian colors. Look, thing, I can understand why'd they worship cats like me, but like her? . . .No way.
Oh, and here's a photo of her. Stole it out of one of the past pages of you, Thing.
She's graduated high school. And in that picture she's wearing black eye-liner. Yes, grandchildren's children, we do have a big age difference.
I guess you want to see my mom . . .? She's no prettier than my sister. Oh, and I think her parents were sharks or something `cause they named her Looks Delicious.
I don't know . . .maybe they wanted to eat her?
Now, grandchildren's children, you are probably wondering why my mom's a hamster. I was -cough- adopted -cough- And my dad? Dead. So it's just me, my sister, and my mom.
My mom's calling me. Wow, dinner already? I must had been writing in you for hours. Huh. We're having tortellini. (YUM! I should tell you that's my favorite food, and if you're smart grandchildren's children, you'll like it too!) Well, I shall write in you tomorrow!
Hey, what's this? It must be one of my sister's old things. Wow, she has a lot of old photos in here-wait, is that her?! She's so small!
Oh, well, if I'm gonna be using this I better introduce myself to whoever finds it years after-my grandchildren's children might find it! And then they can know all about me and my middle school life!
So, I'm Jennie. And I'm in Rosy River Cat Middle School. Next year is going to be 7th grade. And that next year . . .is tomorrow.
Well, I guess my grandchildren's children will want to know what I look like. -cough- I'm not too pretty -cough-
That's a school yearbook photo...that I got out of my yearbook. [duh]
Oh, goody! You have lined paper! I always have trouble evening my sentences up! Wait, what exactly are you? Not a diary, absolutely not. My grandchildren's children are not going to think I wrote in a diary my whole life. But your not exactly a journal either . . .
A thing! Of course. `Ain't that smart of me to think somethin` like that up? Of course your a thing, like come on!
Well, thing, I guess I'd better tell you some more stuff so my grandchildren's children can know.
My sister is Flakes. She got addicted with Egyptians and how they worshiped cats so she painted herself Egyptian colors. Look, thing, I can understand why'd they worship cats like me, but like her? . . .No way.
Oh, and here's a photo of her. Stole it out of one of the past pages of you, Thing.
She's graduated high school. And in that picture she's wearing black eye-liner. Yes, grandchildren's children, we do have a big age difference.
I guess you want to see my mom . . .? She's no prettier than my sister. Oh, and I think her parents were sharks or something `cause they named her Looks Delicious.
I don't know . . .maybe they wanted to eat her?
Now, grandchildren's children, you are probably wondering why my mom's a hamster. I was -cough- adopted -cough- And my dad? Dead. So it's just me, my sister, and my mom.
My mom's calling me. Wow, dinner already? I must had been writing in you for hours. Huh. We're having tortellini. (YUM! I should tell you that's my favorite food, and if you're smart grandchildren's children, you'll like it too!) Well, I shall write in you tomorrow!
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