The Stories Her Diary Would Hold

My mum said that I could stay home for a few days, I guess it can be considered I'm in mourning.

I'm planning on using this time to read the diary entires, I've flipped through the pages, she stopped writing in it when there was only a few only a few pages left in the yellow book.

There is writing on the front that says, Joy in swirly lettering and a picture of her and I when we were younger.

Hello Diary!

My name is Joy Clarissa McClean, and I am 15.
Since this is my first is my first diary entry I guess I should write some things about myself so if the world ends whilst I'm still alive and this diary survives people would be fascinated. That would just be math.
my favourite colour is: Sherbet Yellow and Island Blue!
my favourite song is: A Match Into Water, Pierce The Veil!
my favourite band is: The Dresden Dolls!
my bestfriend is: Frank Anthony Iero jr. He is a cutie!
my favourite thing about myself is: My Eyes And Mouth!
my hobbies are: Writing Poetry, Drawing and Singing!
my dream job: Mother, Wedding Planner, Singer and Author!
my future plans in life are: Having Children, Publishing My Poetry and Getting Married.

Well at this very moment Frankie is coming over, so I will write again soon!

Love Joy ^-^

I wipe away a tear rolling down my cheek, all of her future plans won't be fulfilled. I can't deny that I would loved to be the one marrying her and being by her side as she gives birth.

I love her okay. I always have, but I can't tell her now. "Mum! I'm going out okay!" I yell walking towards the front door. "Okay Frank!" She yells back, right at this moment I think she is painting.

I get out of my house and the snow crunches underneath my feet. I have a wrapped package in my pocket and a card. Christmas presents I was going to give to Joy. I guess I can give them to her now.

Notes