It's time to bring the story back. This concept always was my favourite, it's a shame I stopped writing it. Imagine what could've been added to it in all this time… But hey, better late than never amirite?

That's 'am i right' by the way.
DQFM

Dear Diary,

Mommy says most of our things are already here! She tells me that settling in should be nice and easy.

A ten year old Kuki Sanban lay stomach-down on her bed, propped up on her elbows, feet swinging idly through the air behind her. Despite the heat of summer, the inside of the house was still cool thanks to air conditioning, and so Kuki wore her trademark oversized green sweater, and a pair of black leggings. She scratched the side of her head with the green crayon in her hand, tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth ever so slightly as she tried to figure out what else to write in her new diary. Her face contorted with forced concentration. It was morning in her neighbourhood, about 9 AM, and the smell of coffee and eggs wafted through the new house as sunlight poured in through Kuki's bedroom window, onto the white-carpeted floor. Kuki had woken up early, as children tend to do. Her parents didn't know she was up yet, and in an attempt to avoid chores, she was keeping it that way. She figured she'd pass the time with a new entry in her journal.

But, she had a significant case of writer's block.

With a groan, she dropped her face onto the covers of her bed, long black strands of hair flying every which way around her head. But just then, something popped into her mind, and she quickly brought her head back up with a smile, and brought the crayon down onto the fresh page.

Mommy also says we are meeting some of our new neighbours tomorrow. And that they have a kid my age! I can't wait. Maybe they like rainbow monkeys! We could play with all of mine, I have so many. Mom says the neighbours are pretty new here too, so we aren't alone. That makes me happy.

Kuki. June 20th 2004

She drew a lopsided smiley face and carefully shut the book, before spinning around on her bed to place the diary beneath one of her pillows. She patted the top of the pillow, then hopped off the bed and trotted across the length of her room, opening the chrome-handled door and walking down the wooden floored hallway. She glanced at the few pictures hanging from the walls already as she passed, thinking for a moment about how strange it was to see the familiar pieces of art in a new home. The smell of coffee was ever-stronger out here, and while Kuki hated the drink itself, the smell was amazing to her, and she grinned as she reached the stairs. She was off to find a way to spend her lazy sunday, and pass the time until the next day. Even if it turned out to be just doing chores.

Nooo, unfortunately after all this time, KND still doesn't belong to me. Also, yeah this entry's short, but I mean hey, hardly anything is happening yet. The next ones will be more in-depth. :D Writing this short little thing also helped me get back into the story, mentally. So that's good right? Right?

*Crickets*
DQFM