Mary died...
Today is my birthday. I grew quite alot.
I think I need to thank my mom and dad.
I need to get much better grades, and be more healthy so I won't make them sad. In order to do that, I want to make this beginning of my youth important, without any regrets.
I'm going camping the day after tomorrow. I need to finish my homework so I won't have to worry about it.
Go!Go!Aya!
Tiger, the fierce dog next door ripped Mary's head off, killing her.
Mary who was very small, approached the monstrous Tiger with a friendly wagging tail.
I yelled with all my might, "Mary no! Come back over here!" but...
Mary must be frustrated... she died without being able to say a word. If she wasn't born a dog, she wouldn't have died so fast. Mary please be happy somwehere else!
The new house is finished.
The large rooms on the eastside of the second floor is me and my sister's room. The ceieling is white. The wall is wooden brown. The scenery outside the window looks different than usual. I'm happy that I have my own room, but it seems too spacious and lonely. I wonder if I'll be able to sleep tonight.
Starting off all refreshed!
1. I'll wear t-shirts and pants(its easier to move around).
2. Chores to do everyday-- water the lawn, pick weeds, check for bugs behind the leaves of the one tomato vine I planted. Also check the leaves of the chrysanthemum for cockroaches, and if i find any, take care of it right away.
3.Not to slack on my homework
4.Other than that, write in my diary everyday.
I'm going to make sure I do all of these.
My Family
Dad 41 years old. Sometimes he has a bad temper, but he's nice.
Mom 40 years old. I look up to her, but her straight forwardness scares me.
Me 14 years old. In the beginning stage of adolesence. The age that's hard to deal with. If I describe myself with one word it would be, crybaby. I'm full of emotions. I'm naive and I easily get mad and easily start laughing.
My little sister 12 years old. I see her as a rival in both school and personality...although lately I've been pushed around by her.
My little brother 11 years old. He's a tricky one... a little scary. He's younger than me but sometimes turns into an older brother. He's also like a parent to Koro(the dog).
My youngest brother 10 years old. He has a wild imagination, but he can be a little careless.
My youngest sister 2 years old. She has curly hair that she got from my mom, and her face is from my dad (especially her eyes... its what it looks like when the clock hits 8:20) She is very cute.
This is the first chapter of Aya's diary... I hope I did a decent job (^^;) but I'm going to put alot of work into this so that people will really understand what Aya went through and the strong message that she left for everyone! Her words are very encouraging and inspiring as Pye told me (>v<)v so yah~ I hope everyone enjoys reading this!
- Kiwi
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