Author's notes: The story will be presented as diary entries.
I've tried to make the vocabulary and sentence structure as primitive as possible in order to accurately reflect the thought of a 12 (or 13) year old girl.
I'm a stickler for consistency, so if there is any information in this story that contradicts that of the main series, please tell me so that I can fix them,
Constructive criticism will be appreciated! :)
17th October, 1998
Dear Diary,
Today was my first day at the Simmons mansion. I have never seen such a big house! I was greeted by an old butler at the entrance. He said that his name was Alfred Jeeves. He seemed to be kind and gentle. He led me to my new room on the second floor. The room was the size of my old house's living room! It was a nice change from the stuffy room I had to stay in after those scary men in black suits found me and Leon.
Leon…Claire…Mom…Dad…I miss them all terribly. I feel so alone in this big house. Even though Claire promised me she would come back, I wonder if I'll ever see her again…I still have her red vest she gave back in Raccoon City.
I miss my old house and my mom's cookies. She would bake them for me on the weekends when she wasn't busy working. Sometimes Dad would come and join both of us. I miss those days…
Yesterday, I met Mister Simmons for the first time. He was tall and really scary looking. He said that from now on he would be taking care of me. At first I was terrified but today the butler told me that he was a good person.
Since I arrived late in the afternoon, I had nothing to do but wonder around the garden outside. It was…beautiful and peaceful. There was a maze in the garden but I didn't go inside as I was afraid I might get lost.
I had dinner in the dining room by myself. I was told by Mister Jeeves that Mister Simmons wouldn't be eating with me because he had to attend a meeting with important people. The room was huge with a really long table in the middle. The walls were covered in paintings of people and old furniture. Mister Jeeves told me that the people in the paintings were the ancestors of the Simmons family.
Dinner was steak. I didn't really like it because it was hard to chew. The butler guided me on how to cut the meat. He said that it was important for a lady like me to know dining etiquettes. What does etiquette mean anyway?
After dinner, I washed and was given pajamas to change into. When I checked my wardrobe, I found that it was already filled with clothes my size. Mister Simmons must be a rich man to have bought all of this.
Right now, I'm lying in my bed trying to fall asleep. I still get nightmares about the city. I hear the monsters in my dreams. I've tried to get over it but it keeps coming back to me in my sleep. I'm scared…Dad told me to always keep my head up and try my best everyday. I hope I don't let him down.
Sherry