My Pink Diary
Hoaaa… I started to open my eyes that still closed. And
went to the curtain and opened it. Behind the window, I could see the sun
shined brightly and moved straightly through slot of the trees, dew on the
sepals, and the voice of bird song. That was really the perfect morning. My
hair was messy when I took my towel and went to the bathroom. I had been ready
to go to school. After wearing my school uniform, I took something special
behind my pillow. A book with pink covers and made from recycle papers. I wrote
several words there to start my first day on August. ‘Dear diary, finally
august came; I had been not patient to do a lot of things in this month…’
Guys…
did you know, some of my friends at school called me ‘A girl and Pink Diary’. I
felt as stupid girl with that name but I never cared about that because I knew
that I always bring my pink diary every where. I had considered my pink diary
as my best friend because I didn’t find any best friend yet to tell all my
secret and heard all my sighs.
But one day… ‘MOOMM….OH MY GOD, WHY IT HAPPENED??’ My
mother came to my bedroom as soon as and ask about something that happened. My
mother said that might be my diary book was missing in my class. I hoped like
that…
On the way to school, I got worried. I always thought
that my diary book would be founded by someone in my class and he or she would disseminate
all my secrets in that book. I didn’t want that happened.
Teng…teng… the bell rang. It was the time to take a rest
for students. I went out from the class and saw a girl who stood up in front of
my class. She is tall, thin, has big eyes, bangs sideways, curly hair, and
especially her eye lash, so… curled up. She smiled at me and gave me a book.
‘This is yours, isn’t it?? I founded it on the floor in front of my class
yesterday. And there is your name on this book…’ she said sweetly. I smiled and
my eyes sparkled at that time because my diary was founded and someone who
founded it is a nice girl.
Since that incident, I made a friend with her. Her name
is Sheila. Believed or not, now She is my second best friend. I often told my
secret to her and she also often told her secret to me. Sometimes, she helped
me to solve my problem at school. I believe her and she always understand me
even though she wasn’t my classmate.
Today was the last day on August. I threw down my body to
my lovely bed. And I took my pink diary behind my pillow. I started to open its
soft cover and open several pieces of papers that full of my writing. I touched
its empty paper and started to write several words with my pen…
‘God… thanks, you had sent someone special for me. My
diary… thanks, you had been my best friend until I could get a real best
friend… eventually my wish happened, I could feel how valuable a friendship…’
The End
