.:Confessions:.

.A MlaaTR fan fiction.

:Heather's POV:

Authors Note: Short Chapter . Heather, Melissa , and their mom were created by me. READ AND REVIEW

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I fiddled with my pencil in boredom. I was trying to write a decent story, but everything I wrote down seemed like junk. I crumpled up another sheet of paper and threw it in the trash can just as I heard a knock on the door.

"Heather?" an 10 year old robot asked quietly. She pushed open the door, without asking if she could come in!

I groaned, "How many times do I have to tell you to not come in my room?"

My sister, Melissa, just smiled, "A million." Then she hovered across the room and grabbed a pink journal from my bed. "Is this your Diary?"

I gave her a glare "Give that to me."

Melissa just ignored me and smirked as she read my Journal aloud, "I cant stop thinking about this guy named P-"

I cut her off by throwing a pillow at her in embarrassment. Little sisters are so annoying!

Melissa laughed and left the room, slamming the door behind her. I was relieved until I found out she had taken my journal with her.

I cringed and muttered, "The minute I get out of this room, she is so dead."

I heard some laughing and yelling downstairs, from Melissa. I flew to the door and opened it, flying downstairs so fast that it could blind you.

Melissa was reading my Journal as loud as she could, right in front of Mom!

My face turned as red as a tomato as Melissa kept reading every single word of my journal. Then she turned to the page with my crush's name all over it and giggled, "Ohhh Heather's got a boyfriend!"

I nearly tackled her and grabbed My Journal out of her hands. My mom looked at me sternly. She got up and put her hands on her hips. I pushed Melissa away nervously, "Hehe, thats enough sugar for you!"

Melissa stood up on tiptoes to whisper in my ear, "Busted."

Mom told me to sit down. I did. Then she said to Melissa, "TR-4,don't read your sister's Diary. Its rude and I simply will NOT tolorate it. Go to your room," as Melissa scurried away she turned back to me. "So who is this guy you're writing about non stop in your journal?"

I blushed and then suddenly got angry, "This isn't fair! My bratty little sister wasn't even supposed to read my journal!"

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Authors Note: So what to you think? Any Ideas? Constructive critisism? Comments? Review!