September 1st. 5:29 pm
Dear Diary,
My name is Diana Schmidt. I am eight years old. I am in third grade. Miss Genet- I don't know to spell her name...
My teacher gave me (and the rest of the class) a diary to work on our writing skills. She said we can keep it at home, instead of writing in class!!!!!!!!
Oh wait. Miss... Miss G. said to just use one exclamation point...
Anyway! :)
So, I' m just supposed to write whatever happens in my day, as (s) practis (/s) practice.
I should use pencil...
Well, that's all I got.
Sorry.
-D
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September 3rd. 8:47 pm.
Sorry, I forgot to write yesterday!(s)!!!(/s). :( We were moving into another (s) apertmant (/s) apartment nearby.
Our old one was a lot nicer... And bigger... I dunno why we moved back here... Mommy says we used to live here, but we had to move away for a while.
I don't (s) remeber (/s) remember that.
Ever since we got here, mommy has seemed a lot sadder.
But we have a roommate!!!!!!!!!!
He is a boy, about high school age. I haven't spoken to him much, because of being busy with packing.
I saw his room though, while he was away for a while. It is REALLY dusty and dirty. I wonder he hasn't cleaned it much. Mommy says she doesn't want to go in there.
I dunno why.
My hands hurting! Ill finish tomorrow...
-D.
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September 4th 7:58
I'm writing on the bus!
Sorry if my letters are wobbly. The road is bumpy!
Hang on, lemme see what I was talking about...
I'm back! I was talking about the boys room! His room is filled with all sorts of cool stuff! Its got games, and posters, and all sorts of cool stuff!!! I saw his closet, and there were weird clothes... He had normal guys stuff, but like, there was alotta pink ... I thought boys weren't allowed to wear pink... At least that's what mommy says.
I should talk to him some more today when I get home from (s) shcool skool (/s) SCHOOL.
Stupid pen.
-D.
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September 4th 7:42 pm
I spoke to him today after dinner. His name is Jeremiah. (he helped me spell it.) He seems sad too... He didn't eat dinner with us. He just sat there quietly, watching us eat.
Mommy didn't make him eat. Which was (s) wierd (/s) weird. Normally mommy at least makes me eat some meat and veggies...
He also seemed surprised d when I talked to him. His first words to me were "You can see me?". (Hey look Miss G.! (s) Quotatuion (/s) quotation marks!!!!!!)
Of course I can... Duh.
Whatever.
I'm tired. Good night diary.
