"I don't know what to write. I don't have stories to tell."
Gratefully, I'm not that kind of person. In fact, I really love to write. Why? Because writing is expressing, and my mind is full of enigmas that can explode if I don't write.
What I just said above is actually only a hyperbola. Writing is a fun thing to do because you can be anything you wanted to be. Proofing the sentence before, here's a fictional (spontaneous) story based on my true life story;
What I just said above is actually only a hyperbola. Writing is a fun thing to do because you can be anything you wanted to be. Proofing the sentence before, here's a fictional (spontaneous) story based on my true life story;
(P.S: I actually wrote the ending BEFORE I started the whole story.)
Dear diary,
Today was a tiring day! I was still sleeping covered with a floral-printed blanket in my night dress when somebody woke me up. My bedroom's canopy made me forgot that it's already morning. "Good morning!" said my huggable brown teddy bear. I was about to get angry, but it's already 7 a.m which means I really need to get ready for my first day of my second year class. The first thing I do when I stepped out from my bed is opening my window curtain. As usual, I saw some of my neighbour's fairies chatting and laughing happily. Some of them even greeted "good morning" to me.
I didn't have a lot of time to chat with them, so I just hurried to change into my Wizardry uniform. It's not the fanciest dress like most of the duchess wear, but I really love how it turned out to be when I wore them; the black vest with a cute little red bowtie didn't look too big on me and it matched with the checkered knee-length skirt. Not to mention, I also brought along my brown usual Wizardry bag. I used to spend a lot of time combing my long hair, but combing my medium bob hair now didn't take a lot time. I really wanted to walk gracefully in the castle's hallway while listening to the castle's best string quartet playing one of the famous piece by Tchaikovsky; "Sleeping Beauty Waltz", but I can't.
The Wizardry school has the vibe of a vintage-but-clean school and it was 5 times bigger than my own resident. It also has this huge flower garden that was taken care by the country's best florist. The last time I went here, it was winter. But now, it was already spring and the sakura trees were blooming. The first time I saw it, I was mesmerized! Passing through the flower garden didn't really matter a lot to me even though I have the allergy to grasses, because I really LOVE plants. I didn't notice that one of the fairies followed me along until I heard someone called me from behind. It's the voice that I haven't heard for a long time. The voice that made me smile just by hearing the way that he said my name. Still holding my breath, I was about to turn my back when suddenly-
I heard my phone's alarm playing the usual "Radar" ringtone from my bed's side table. The time said that it's already 6 a.m. Wait a sec- is it morning already? Did I just dream about writing a diary?
