Okay, here's the story. Please comment on how I'm doing. I'll continue The Diary of A Young Author In 1588, I promise.


"Okay class, five minutes until you fill out your elective sheets!" Ivan sighed and continued doodling sunflowers and nesting dolls on his binder until a book fell on his desk. A Spanish book, which he guess belonged to Antonio.

"Ah, excuse me," He said in a heavy Russian accent, "you dropped your-" Light violet eyes met amber ones as a young Hispanic looking girl sauntered over and gently took the book, "Thanks, Ivan!" He smiled as she walked off and joined up with her little group again. She was beautiful, flowing brown-black hair, and a smile bright like the sun.

Maria Jones, the cutest and most beautiful girl in Ivan's eyes. But, there was one big problem, her cousin. Alfred was captain of basically every sports team in Gauken Academy and his worst enemy. There was no way that Alfred would let Ivan date his cousin. He rarely got to spend any time with her, it was as if they signed up for different classes every year...

That's it! He knew exactly what he had to do, he just hoped his parents were okay with it. Later that day he jumped off the bus and ran home. He opened the door, "Hello, Mama!" He smiled as his mother came down the stairs, "Ivan, my little sunflower! How was your day?" His mother hugged him and kissed his cheek as Ivan giggled, "It was good. I have some news to tell at dinner time." His mother smiled, "Is it about a girl?" His mother always talked about how excited she'd be on their wedding days. "Mama! It's not about a girl!" His mother nodded as Ivan raced up the stairs. He dumped his backpack and fished for his copy of his elective sheet. He chose Wood Working, Russian History, Sewing class, and Spanish Dance. He knew his parents would probably question the last choice, but it had to be worth it. He smiled as he spun in his chair only to spot his sister in the thresh hold of his room.

"N-N-Natalia! What are you d-doing here?" He whimpered. His little sister smiled and said, "I'll be in high school after summer vacation is done...Can you marry me then?" Ivan bolted out of the room screaming, "Mama! Natalia's being scary again!"

After dinner, Ivan sat his parents down. He breathed in, "Mama, Papa... I'm not taking ballet." It was a long standing tradition, their family came from several generations of ballet dancers. Heck, Ivan's parents met in a ballet class! His father stared, "What? Ivan we are-" "Several generations of ballet dancers, I know. I just want to try something new for a change." His mother sighed, "Ivan..." He looked up at her, "Just enjoy your class, okay?" Ivan smiled as he hugged his parents, "Spasibo!"