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FRIDAY, AT HOME, 6:05 A.M.
I just had the most HORRIFIC nightmare!
The worst in my entire life!
I’m soooo FREAKED OUT I can barely write this.
I’m having cold sweats, my heart is pounding, and my brain is … numb with such intense … anguish it feels like it’s about to, um … EXPLODE!
I DREAMED I LOST MY DIARY AT SCHOOL ?!!!!!!
YES!! At SCHOOL!! Like, how CRAZY is THAT?!
The weird thing is that it seems like it actually happened. Because as soon as I woke up, all these detailed memories came flooding into my head, making me feel even more confused.
I can’t imagine NOT writing in my diary! It’s like I’m addicted or something.
In my dream I was so desperate that I found Brianna’s old doodle book at the bottom of her toy box and started writing in that instead.
But mostly I was FRANTIC that someone would find my diary and read all the SUPERpersonal, SUPERembarrassing, SUPERsecret stuff about
That was me screaming.
Because if I’m writing in BRIANNA’S DOODLE BOOK, that can mean only one thing….
I LOST MY DIARY
© 2011 Rachel RenÉe Russell