Dearest Diary;

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Friday 21st of July2

I must write hastily. I'm writing on the toilet seat. Can't use my room. It's loaded with stink bombs. I'll tell you what happened...3

It was a glorious summer day and the birds were singing and the wind was blowing and I was lying on the ground daydreaming about her and I could hear the river--Oh, what the heck!4

Okay, it was a nice day today and I was daydreaming in class. I dreaming about her, until someone called my name.5

"Sam!" It was a sweet voice.6

"Sam. WAKE UP." Huh? That wasn't the sweet voice--Holy cow I'm hugging the teacher! I let go of him and went to my seat again. "DETENTION, SAM." He said. I winced as everyone was howling with laughter. The teacher pointed to her.7

"It's 24, sir," She said oh-so-sweetly. I started to stare at her, and she caught my eye. She blushed. "Do I have a pimple?" She asked, touching her face.8

"No! It's better than that--" 9

"EEK I HAVEN'T PUT MY MAKEUP ON!" She squealed. She raised her hand and asked to go to the toilet. She was excused. I could see her running. Her dress was so lovely, and the way she walked was--10

"SAM! ARE YOU SICK?" That's mum.11

"UM, YEAH I THINK SO!" I yelled. "THERE'S SOME MEDICINE IN MY ROOM!" I could hear her footsteps dying away. Never mind the story--I'm going to see the reaction Mum gets when she opens the door! I sprung up and opened the door and my eyes started oogling when it wasn't mum. It was her. And she was going to open the door! I lunged myself at her, but it was too late. She had opened it.