A New Diary
June 3, 5:00 PM
I have a lot of diaries and you are number 57. I record in my diaries like 10 times a day. I can’t believe mom bought only a 50 page one. No offense, but I was hoping for like 1000. Just to tell you about my self: I am 14, my birthday is in September, and I need to go study for a math final. I am so freaked! I don’t think I will ever be ready. I gotta go, bye diary.
Jessica Sprindle was a relatively normal girl who didn’t have many human friends. Her only friends were her diaries. She treated each like a different person. She never knew what to do when the small 50 page diary spoke back to her. After studying for about an hour, Jessica went to write in her diary again. She hoped to re-read her last entry and reflect upon it, but her entry was no more and instead she found:
My name is Ruia. Don’t be alarmed, this isn’t a prank, I did have this journal first, but I’m not being possessive, feel free to use it. Pardon my smudges, I never had good erasers. Don’t worry, your diary entry is still here, I have it now. If you want it back you can have it any time. I am glad you found me, I was wondering when someone would find me, I mean this journal, or this diary as you call it. I thought you might need some help with your studying so I took some time to compose a couple of worksheets for you. I might have gone kind of crazy with the practice problems. Check the next page, it should be all their. By the way, feel free to call my by my nickname. Good luck on your test! Toodles!
P.S. My nickname is very strange so brace yourself. I don’t know what time you are in because it is kind of frozen in here. I’m not sure if anyone in whatever time it is out there has names like this.
P.S.S My nickname is La Ardilla Del Lago, but you can just call me Ardilla if you want. Weird huh?
Surely enough, on the next page Jessica pulled out a gigantic packet of math problems and answers that was thicker than the diary its self. She did them and felt better about the final. She went to bed and felt more confident after studying from the packet. The next morning she took the test with incredible ease. Later that day she wrote:`
June 3, 12:00 AM
Sorry for not writing sooner, I always write less when I have a test. So what do you do in there? What is it like? Now that my hardest exams are over I can write to you in peace. Catch up with you later, I’m of to lunch.
P.S. I looked up what your nick name means in other languages on dictionary.com. OMG! Your Nickname means squirrel! Did you know that? You were right, that is weird.
Five minutes later:
Pardon my spontaneous reply, but please stop saying ‘dear diary’! It is offensive how you keep treating me like a rock or something that isn’t alive and will never be. Just because I am inside of it doesn’t mean I am it! By the way, do you actually have an OMG, I didn’t know they still had resturants that prepared our cuisine in your time, whenever it is. If you have one, I could really use it right now, if anything. That is just one of the many abbreviations my friends and I have made up about our favorite foods: OMG’s, BFF’s, TTFN’s, PBJ’s, BLT’s. The latter of which always is served with LOL according to one of my friends. I don’t care for BLT’s much, If you ever go to that kind of resturant, don’t order a BLT, it’s just plain waste full and if you are a vegetarian, you should avoid the BFF. I personally prefer a PBJ and have a OMG for a pastry. You should try it some time, it’s actually delicious. Take note of this, I have important things to discuss with you, Meet with me at four; we should have a joint conversation. It just means we both write at the same time, It isn’t that hard, I gotta go, Bye.
Slightly confused, Jessica decided to respond. She had many, many questions for the girl in the book.
June 3, 12:30
Sorry about before, I just have the habit because I did that with all my other diaries. I’m just confused, what is an OMG? Where I am, it isn’t a food. I need some sort of cheat sheet if you want to keep talking like that, otherwise, I don’t even know what you are saying. What are you anyway? How did you get in there? You’re not evil are you?
The response appeared instantly. Jessica read as Ardilla wrote:
Did You just accuse me of being EVIL?! How DARE YOU! I am not evil. I am merely a gray witch as we like to call it, even if others think of my work as black magic. If you want to see evil I suggest you go find yourself the evil little worm who put me in this book and had it be found by the offensive girl who doesn’t know what she is talking about. I might as well not even warn you to watch out for the dark magician who is tall with the black cloak. I’m almost glad that we are losing contact. Cancel the 4:00 meeting, I can’t make it, I’m sure the bond will be broken by then but just write to be sure. Good-bye. Write again when your ready to stop being so offensive. OMG is Octopus Mollusk Gauche, BFF is Barbecued Frankfurter and Fries, BLT is Baked Lobster Tails or Blasted Lethargic Toads(depending on context). LOL is Lots Of Lard. PBJ is a Peanut Butter and Jalapeño sandwich. A side note, if you find someone else in here, let me know. Bye.
Before Jessica could write another note, the book slammed abruptly.