New Series- **My Diary** Part One
A diary of a girl who goes through a horrible experience. She writes into her diary, telling the world of her Suburb
June 30th, 2010
Starting the Summer to a bad start, I tripped over this stump on my way home from school with Leesiah. (My best friend of course!) We wanted to visit the old shack (Which provided an escape on hot days) to go swimming. The creek by my house runs by there.
Of course the water rose because of the big storm we just had. But the shack was open. We had thought we locked it when we left last week. (Maybe the storm blew it open, it’s only an extra school lock) It’s not that big so we were surprised that it was still standing. My friend Steven saw us from the train tracks and he slid down the (Very very) steep slope to join us. We asked if he was at the shack recently, he said no so our guess was right. The storm probably blew it open. (We could not find the lock) After an hour it started to rain again, our backpacks were getting soaked (To bad there was no homework in there, it would be a good excuse for not getting it done)
Because my mother grounded me for getting soaked Leesiah could not stay over tonight. She seemed happy, she told me that she wanted to go find the lock from the shack. I told her not to because it was getting dark and it was raining, but it was HER lock so she said she was going anyways. Now I'm the one stuck in my room writing in my stupid diary (sorry diary) about how I tripped and embarrassed myself in front of my whole grade six class. I will check back tomorrow diary!!!!
END OF PART ONE
Starting the Summer to a bad start, I tripped over this stump on my way home from school with Leesiah. (My best friend of course!) We wanted to visit the old shack (Which provided an escape on hot days) to go swimming. The creek by my house runs by there.
Of course the water rose because of the big storm we just had. But the shack was open. We had thought we locked it when we left last week. (Maybe the storm blew it open, it’s only an extra school lock) It’s not that big so we were surprised that it was still standing. My friend Steven saw us from the train tracks and he slid down the (Very very) steep slope to join us. We asked if he was at the shack recently, he said no so our guess was right. The storm probably blew it open. (We could not find the lock) After an hour it started to rain again, our backpacks were getting soaked (To bad there was no homework in there, it would be a good excuse for not getting it done)
Because my mother grounded me for getting soaked Leesiah could not stay over tonight. She seemed happy, she told me that she wanted to go find the lock from the shack. I told her not to because it was getting dark and it was raining, but it was HER lock so she said she was going anyways. Now I'm the one stuck in my room writing in my stupid diary (sorry diary) about how I tripped and embarrassed myself in front of my whole grade six class. I will check back tomorrow diary!!!!
END OF PART ONE
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