DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! RICHELLE MEAD DOES!
~~FIRST DIMITRI PROJECT~~
~~ENJOY~~

Chapter 1

Dear Diary,

Today my heart has fluttered. It is a totally unknown feeling to me. Today I have felt love. Today I have "checked" someone out. Today I felt joyful. Today I meet Rosemarie Hathaway. And though I had already been told about how many of the novices had said she was good-looking I thought differently. She was just a total babe. A hottie! She should DEFINITELY wear a sign saying "Warning: Flammable!" But that wasn't necessary. Why? Well basically everyone thought she was flammable….! And that made me mad! Was I jealousy? But I rarely feel it. In fact I feel so many emotions in just one day! But maybe I should just sleep on it. This is something that shouldn't be happening. Something I could go to jail for. Something that if Janine Hathaway will personally kill me for. The problem was that I had told Kirova that I would mentor Rose for the time….and that will certainly NOT help. But maybe this is just a problem I should just sleep on…

Dear Diary,

I am worried. What has Rose been DOING?!?!?! Today I caught her in the act of telling Lissa that "if anymore happens then we'll leave". I am worried for both her and Princess Dragomir. If anything, Rose probably knows something that she doesn't want to confide with anyone but Lissa. Or maybe they both knew about something that they haven't already told me or Kirova. And now today there has been another emotion-mix-up. Now I felt pained and pained that Rose still doesn't confide in me though I thought that we were getting along perfectly and that we trusted each other and that we were friends in a way. Not too friendly…but a part of me somehow yearned for her interest wanted me to be just a little bit more than just a mentor or friendly. But another part told me that this was just too dangerous and that the best possible offer was to just leave her alone and stop thinking sexy thoughts about her. But I just don't understand. Never have I felt this way. To anyone. Not even Natasha Ozera. We had been friends for long and got along just fine. As well, she seamed to have chosen to have an interest. No not really an interest…MORE than just an interest…but this interest was only one way…it did not agree with me…not now, not ever. But somehow I LOVED Rose Hathaway. It was wrong. But I loved her. My Roza. Roza…a beautiful name in Russian. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Rose is a rose….is a rose…is a rose……..

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