Hi!! This is entry one!! This is a book collab with @ArtsyPrincess4!! I'm doing the PJO part, she's doing the HP part Some things to note; "( )" means Grace is speaking, "{ }" means I'm giving u a note! thumb by @ArtsyPrincess4 ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ Her first entry: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1158075144/ My next entry: The first actual chapter: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1158121465/ Studio: I hope you like it! *I got one part of it from Diary of a Wimpy Kid :3 Bye bye now <3 ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧
✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ *So, my dad got me this "diary," but I'm calling it a journal, so don't expect me to be "dear diary this" and "dear diary that." Entry 1: I guess I'm supposed to tell you how I feel in this today, but I'm going to introduce you to my miserable life. Every morning is the same. I get up the same way, wear the same types of clothes, and eat the same old, mushy oatmeal. I hopped down the stairs, and groaned at the sight of oatmeal; pale brown, mushy and waiting to torture me with its disgustingness. (I hope this doesn't disturbed you, I'm a pretty creative writer. My dad says I get it from my mom, but doesn't bother to say who she is.) "Grace." Dad arched an eyebrow at me. "Sorry," I said. "But can't you make something other than oatmeal?" I sat down and stirred my spoon in it. It comes up with a chunky thing. "Walnuts? Dad, I'm allergic to tree nuts." I gave him a worried glance. His usual green, full with humor eyes looked empty and pale. Dad cocked his head at me, confused. He suddenly placed a hand on the counter and fell into a coughing fit. "Dad!" I raced over to him. "I'm good, Grace, now you're going to be late for school, let's get going." He picks up his car keys, and his hands trembled. "Nuh uh, I'm going on the bus today." He started to protest but I cut him off. "You aren't feeling good today, so you're going to stay home and rest." I opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a thermometer, medicine and Dad's pills. This has happened before, so when we went to the doctor's office, she pulled me aside and handed me these pills. "If this happens again, I want you to give him one of these, and call me again. I might know what's happening to him, but I hope it's not true." I poured a glass of water and handed him a pill. He took it and took a sip. "Lily will be on the bus, so I'll be fine." I grab my bag, viola, stuff my lunch and homework in, and slip on my shoes. I pull my hair in a ponytail, give my dad a quick hug,and slip out the door in time for the bus. ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧
