3A\N: Okay, this is just a brief little idea I had, so please inform me of any problems that you find in this fic. This fic will consist of diary entries, roughly in chronological order, spanning from childhood onwards. Please let me know what you think and if you would like to see more; I'm open to suggestion for subjects of future entries.
Entry #1: Age 10
Dear Mr. Diary,
This is the first time we met. I'm really happy that I can spent time with you! We don't have that many neighbors around here, so maybe you and I could spend time together to make it less boring. I really think that we could be really, really good friends!
...Even though you probably can't reply to me, unless you're the same one from that wizard movie. Uwah! I don't want to meet Mr. Snaky! He's mean! Please Mr. Voldermort, I promise to be a good girl and do my chores, so please keep your snake in his snake house! Tell him I said 'hi', thought. Anyway, mama said that this is a 'much more constructive method of entertainment than those games'. She say that I shouldn't be playing on my Playstation 2 too much.
But mama, I was helping Mr. Kyosuke saving Ms. Excellen! If I don't help him, he won't be able to save her! And I did NOT cry when I see the Einst, I was just surprised! Except Mr Red Einst thought. He is scary when he open his mouth. Rawr! Even though all of those are really scary, mommy said that she will always stand by my side to protect me. Thanks mama! I love you too!
Those Mary-Janes are a bit too loose, though. Maybe I'll fit into them when I'm older. Mama looks beautiful in those. Mom thinks that I should be an artist, even when I can't ever get her right in my drawings...Those IS and Personal Trooper thing on TV sure looks like fun, though. Bam! Bam! Powie! Revolving Stake~! Maybe I can be like Mr. Kyosuke in real life and pilot a PT for sport, because the Mr. Kyosuke in the game have to fight aliens, and they are dangerous! Mom doesn't seems to like it somehow. How could she not? Riding around in a Gespent seems fun, why would you NOT like it?!
Oh, by the way...Thank you for listening to my ramblings, Mr. Diary.
Love you very much,
Charlotte.