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Dear Diary, 

I have woken up unusually early today, earlier than I would have ever woken up. It was infact so early that the stars were still up and the moon was still crystal clear through my window. I don't think I slept well, but I couldn't go back to sleep. So I just started organising my room. I wanted the room to be blue, and to my sheer luck, the walls were already painted blue. Well, there were a few bits where the paint had been scraped off, but I decided I would fix that later on. I had my bags underneath my bed, but I had forgotten, so I spent most of my decorating time just trying to find my bags. I set an alarm clock next to me on the tiny desk, and my very last family photo just next to it. To be honest, I don't even know why I have that photo. That happy young unicorn isn't even me, just the child that my parents had before I replaced her. She died upon my birth. That's probably why I'm like nothing to Mother and Father. It saddens me, really. I could have had a joyous older sister, someone who could have possibly loved me more than how my parents never did. I saw the sun rising, so I hurried to pack my things then I just sat on my bed. I didn't know what to do when I woke up. The same lady from last night came in and smiled at me, and told me to follow her for breakfast. I have never had breakfast before, Diary. Not until now. It was absolutely astonishing to find out you are actually allowed to eat in the morning. Mother and Father said you only eat once a day. But now I'm away from them, I get to decide what's right for me. I actually wrote all of this while at the breakfast table, and no one noticed!

- Ubercorn

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