Dear Diary
What a sunny day it is, a boring or maybe lively for others Thursday. I, now, am unoccupied but would be having class by the next 45 minutes.
Yesterday night was so noisy that I had to leave there and went to my cousins house. Well Tina's birthday was yesterday, and I was really happy when I overheard her conversation with Elizabeth, expressing that she was insolvent and couldn't finance her party, on Saturday. As fate could have it her boyfriend came yesterday to her rescue and told her to invite as many guest she wants assuring her that he would disburse for any expenses, Arrrrgh!!!!!. She being a party hard fan invite almost if not all, over statement, her course mate or most of her frenemy cause she doesn't have any friend except Elizabeth of course as she thinks and always says. Dropping all pointless, a gathering of, I don't know number of, boys and girls filled our room yesterday afternoon turning the whole place to a party house, I wished she had done it in another location to give me a quiet and solitude of mind have always craved for every night after school. Well everything was disgusting I don't know why I decided on staying in a school accommodation.
*Checks time*
Oh My God!!!!!!!
I gotta go the venue of my lectures is a twenty minutes run from here and I have only ten minutes to the time of my class. Bye XOXO
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"Goodness"
"Accidenti!"
We said simultaneously when I slam into him. He is a light skinned guy, light brown eyes, Asian like lips, like those Korean guys you know, zooming down a white shirt. Really Annabelle what is wrong with you. I hit my head. Nice tie...
"Don't you have eyes" He said with a disgusted face
What!!!!! I thought Italian guys are gentle but this is different
"Oh sorry I kind of.. It's a mistake" I said trying to avoid his hostility
"Wow I guess the mistake caused tea on my shirt" He said in an offended tone that was when I look up and saw a brown stain on his white shirt
Oh how whites stains easily
"Oopps! Sorry" I bent to pick my books which are now spread out on the floor
"What is this?" I looked up and saw my journal in his hand
"Just a note" I answered looking him in the eyes biting my left inner cheek which I do whenever I'm nervous
"Too fancy for a note" He mutter with a confused look
"Yeah" I replied
what do you want with it if it's not a note
"Okay gimme that" I collected it from him picking the rest of my books
"Bye" I jumped up quickly, waved and dashed, leaving him with a mystified face.
YOU ARE READING
Diary
Historical Fiction"what's this he said" He said checking out my journal "it's a note" she replied smiling And that's how She met Samuel (half African and half European) a transfer student. Follow their story and the details on her private life through her...
