For Muse and LW77's contest "The 39 Diaries".
Monday, December 1st
Dear Diary,
I can NOT believe that David would do this to me. When Mother first hired him, I was sure he would be good. I mean, he was in an Armani suit. Armani! Do you know how many tutors wear Armani? Well, neither do I, but I'm pretty sure there aren't many. Anyways, the point is, if he's wearing Armani you would think he was good, because he obviously has class.
But, no. He had to go and ruin his reputation by assigning us this stupid journal. "It's a good way to express your feelings," he said. Please. I can express my feelings just fine, thank you. I should have him fired. Actually, I tried to, but Mother said he was only doing "what was best for me". I think she just doesn't want to spend more money on another tutor, since David was a "family friend" and didn't charge as much. Or maybe it was those new Dior five hundred dollar glasses I got. But they were limited edition! Whatever, I should have known better than to expect her to understand.
Ian says I'm being overly dramatic, but I'm obviously not. This "diary" idea is the most pointless thing I've ever heard of. I mean, really, a diary? Maybe when I was five, but – Oh, David says I can stop for now.
Finally! Those were the worst spent five minutes of my life! I could have been at the sale at Gucci! Now I only have...two hours and twenty five minutes, wait, no two and half hours. Or is it – Oh, never mind. The point is, I only have a few hours to shop! Why am I writing this down anyways? It's pointless. Besides, I need to get to Gucci now.
Natalie Kabra
Ta-da! Also, please just imagine that Natalie's name is in really fancy handwriting with a heart at the end. Thank you. :)