So, there I was lying on the ground on a lovely, sunny day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and I was lying on the ground under the shade of an oak tree, trying to think of an idea for what to do with the day.

And failing miserably.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Eragon Morzansson, and I am 18 years old .I live with my nut father, who wants to rule the world, my estranged brother, Murtagh who thinks he is the best of everyone, Arya, an elf version of a Mary-Sue, who thinks she is God, the Queen, the President, A Lord and a tree, to name a few. Also, she is a person who is living with us since her house (a castle) burned down (she threw 50 cigars on it) and is glad she is living with us.

Personally, I think she has a crush on Murtagh, but when I asked her, she replied "No" and proceeded to whack me around the head with a hedgehog.

I'll never understand women.

But back to MY life.

After all, that is what really matters.

Hang on, here comes Murtagh.

"Oi, Eragon, what the hell are ya doing with your nose stuck in that stupid diary?"

"A diary!A diary!Ooh,give us a look Eragon!"

"No!"

"Ah come on Eragon ,it won't do any harm."

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

That is better. I shudder to think what might happen if the found my diary….

The next morning, when I went down to breakfast, Murtagh and Arya were chatting to each other, and whenever they looked at me, they sniggered. I blushed .I hate when they snigger at me. But Arya never saw me blush, and when she did, she exploded with laughter.

"Oh my God, Eragon, you are such a girl!"

Murtagh thought this was excellent, and burst out laughing.

"Now that's what ya call an insult!"

I continued to eat my breakfast, but rage was building inside me.

I finally got up the courage to ask "What were ye laughing at?"

Arya laughed and said "You really wanna know?"

I was curious why she said this and replied, "Of course I want to know!"

Arya then grinned and said "Fine. We will tell you."

"Better yet, why don't we show it to you as well?" laughed Murtagh.

He took out a book, and placed it on the table.

He started to read.

Dear Diary,

A diary is meant to be a friend and friends tell each other secrets. I would like to confide to you my secret crush.

My insides tightened .I was wondering who the diary belonged to.

Probably Arya. Murtagh and I didn't use that fancy way of speaking

He continued reading

I was very embarrassed to discover I had a crush on someone-

"Yes Eragon. So was I."

Standing in the doorway was my cousin Roran.

"Uh oh" I whispered to myself.