Squee's Diary, Nny's Die-ary.
Introduction
"Daddy, I'm going outside!" Todd Casil, better known as Squee, called to his uncaring father.
"Good! Maybe I'll get some peace!" his father replied.
Dragging his teddy bear, Shmee, behind him, Squee walked to the front door and opened it. He went outside and something caught his eye. A package near his mail box. He picked it up. It was in the shape of a book and there was a note taped to it. Squee peeled it off and read the messy handwriting. It said,
Dear Squee, I got this for you today. I thought you might like to have one since I got my first one when I was about your age and loved it. I've been using them my entire life. Enjoy.
-Nny.
Squee raised an eyebrow. Nny hadn't told him exactly what this thing was. Sitting down on the steps, he began to open up the package. Inside was a dark blue book. In gold, cursive letters it said Squee's Diary. He opened it and flipped through the blank pages. There were enough to last him a good amount of time. On the inside of the cover it said To: Squee. From: Nny and then the date, March twenty second. Squee smiled. With two uncaring parents, this was the nicest present anyone had ever gotten him. With Shmee in one hand and his diary in the other, Squee went inside and climbed the stairs to his room. He tucked the diary under his pillow and fell asleep with a smile on his face.
Dear Die-ary,
Today I got Squee his very first diary. I hope he likes it. This is the first time I've ever done something for someone this nice. Anyway, tomorrow I'm going to visit him and see how he likes it. Of course he won't be able to tell me what he writes, because according to the rules of the universe, you can't tell people what you write in your diary. I have to go now so I can paint more blood on my wall. I think it needs it. -Nny
Dear Diary,
Hi. I dunno how a diary really works since this is my first one, so I guess I should start by writing about myself. My name is Todd but people usually call me Squee. I live next door to a homicidal maniac named Johnny but he lets me call him Nny for short. I have a teddy bear named Shmee. He is nice. I got this diary from Nny. Sometimes I think he cares about me more than my own parents do. That's ok. I'm gonna go now. Bye. -Squee