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