dear diary
"Today i think i made a new friend .Or at least i was forced to ..." I stare longing at the think black ink that had been plastered on my diary for over a month and the ink and quill that lies next the book permanently staining the oak desk. Inching closer at the window i feel my emptions rip though me. every time i see the bright yellow star shinning brilliantly something inside me rips so crudely and so slowly . I squint my eyes and quickly closed the curtains .
now most of my stuff has arrived sadly Everything from the black palace had to be left back there . well everything except the pillows I'm sure none would notice how soft that they are , not to set up any red flags i made sure to pack new cheap furniture . it'll be pretty suspicions for random furniture to suddenly appear in a persons room especially when that person claims to have no talent in magic don't you think. so just in case i thought it might be better to leave a paper trail as evidence or im gonna dig my head in to a greater bigger hole to drop dead in .
Looking carefully at my newly furnished room i felt accomplished although i don't specifically like the Victorian era vintage theme the room has for now it could do for now. closing the door i see the big wooden sign painted on my door (6) . quietly i leave the dorm room just like that .
Later the day i promised to having lunch with Agatha . she s been helping out a lot i could never thank her enough for her support .
while walking down the corridors turning a corner i spot and individual with golden blond hair . As soon as i see him i turn around going the direction i came from . " HEY BASTARD COME BACK HERE , I SAID COME BACK OR IM GONNA DEFENISTRATE YOU" hearing that i ran ..
[ THUD THUD THUD ] loud foot steppes thumped the hallways shaking the near by statues . stupidly locking myself in to a corner i looked back . It was too late he was blocking the exit . taking a step back i carefully fix my posture putting an intimidation aura around me . simple but effective . well that's until a strike to the foot is when i realized my mistake .
falling to my knees i quickly take up a fetal position to protect my organs . He starts to kick me me in frustration . slowly grasping for air he pulls me by hair looking directly at his cold blue eyes now calm and rational .
" who are you .. Who do you work for ... and
"why are you trying to steal my fiancé " i shoot him with a stare of confusion
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i reincarnated as a villain of a romance novel
Non-FictionA big thud was heard as a book flew through the air to the farthest corner of the room and landed on a pile of clothes that has probably been there for a week . The refreshing smell of early morning coffee and a nicotine addiction was as strong as t...
