Today was Monday. What's so bad about Monday, you may ask. Well, I'll tell you. Nothing. But, what was so bad about this Monday? Well, today, Roy and Wally decided to come over to Wayne Manor. And, what was so bad about that? Well, just watch.
"Dick has to have gum somewhere!" Wally exclaimed, tearing up his friends room.
"Walls, Dick will be back any minute, he just left to get some chips, you better pick up his room." Roy commented, just as Wally held up a book.
"It's a diary..." He said slowly.
"So? Put it back!" Roy snapped, but in a flash, Wally had opened the diary and was on the floor reading it.
"It's Dick's diary."
"So?"
"He wrote about us."
"..."
"..."
"Let me see it."
Ten minutes later:
"Hey, guys, I'm bac- are you two crying?" Dick asked when he returned, "Is that my diary."
"You...you truly have a tortured life." Wally dried his eyes, "And you have beautiful penmanship."
A/N: I stole my sister's diary today, and all I got to say is, her hand writing is horrible. THANKS FOR READING!