Chapter I

19/12/2012

Dear diary.

It's my birthday in two days. I should be happy, but I'm actually worried. I mean, my birthday's on the twenty first of December, which is also the day the world is supposed to end. It's stupid, I know, but I can't help thinking there's a chance it might be true.

Honestly. I'm so stupid. Why am I worrying about this?

Someone shadowed me on the way to school. 

No, scrap that.

-S-o-m-e-o-n-e- -s-h-a-d-o-w-e-d- -m-e- -o-n- -t-h-e- -w-a-y- -t-o- -s-c-h-o-o-l-.- 

(the strikethrough button isn't working. sorry)

I felt someone watching me on the way to school today. I kept looking round but there wasn't anyone there.

Apart from that, today went as normal.

Write more tomorrow.

Goodnight diary.

Starr

I signed the end of the diary entry out of habit. I used to think I was writing letters to a person called Diary.

That was a long time ago. Old habits die hard, I guess.

I put the book down and flicked off my light. Then I swapped ends of the bed and stared up at the night sky. It was a really clear night, you could see almost all of the stars. Above my Velux window tonight was Orion, the three belt stars in a clear straight line.

I picked out other constellations, stargazing for an hour and a half. Then I turned round, rolled over and eventually fell asleep.

The End

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