Dear Diary,

What a beautiful day it is. I love it, the wind whips through the trees and the trees are all swaying with the breeze. I really want to go outside. Oh well my mother is making Cinderella my sister and me finish are lessons inside before we can go outside. I don't think that's very fair. When mother left the room I finished my lessons very quickly so I could come upstairs and write to you. I hope nobody comes in on you while I'm writing. I'd have to show you to them and then they would probably ask to read it, well Cinderella probably wouldn't read it. All right more of my story, as soon as my sister and me had stepped down from the carriage, a servant helped mother out of the carriage. Then I got my first look at my stepsister, she's actually very pretty, but only today it was on one side. The other side of her was full of mud, suddenly I heard a noise behind me and saw a boy totally muddy from toes to hair. I just had to laugh, I wish I could thrash a boy but I'm not very strong. Oh mothers calling me.

Talk to you later

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Dear Diary,

Yesterday was just wonderful; I played in the trees with Cinderella and my sister. We pushed each other on the swing and played tag, it was lots of fun. Today I had more lessons but now I'm outside sitting in my favorite tree writing to you. The tree I am sitting in is a weeping willow tree, and it actually looks like its weeping. When ever I am sad I come here because I know nothing can get sadder than a willow tree. I've noticed that humans can look like anything, sad, happy, mad, and annoyed but weeping willow trees have to look sad all the time. I don't that's really fair to the willow trees but god made everything so I'm sure he has a purpose for making them look sad. Oh and I also saw dragons to I tried to call to them but my sister heard me and told mother. Mother got very cross at me and bade me stay in the house the rest of the day. I decided to play dollies with Cinderella. We had lots of fun. Today I won't call to the dragons, but like they'd ever listen to me. Mother got up late this morning I was really surprised, mother never gets up late. My new father has already gone off on an adventure, he says he will bring me back rose seeds so I can plant a garden. I hope he keeps his promise. Oh and tomorrow we are going to the sea, I cant wait. Well I must dash; Cinderella's calling me.

Bye

Dear Diary,

I hate taking baths, they make me all cold and wet, along with the fact that it takes my hair hours to dry. While its drying I of course have to stay inside and play stupid games with my sister. Cinderella took her bath before me so she got to go outside because her hair is already dry. So while my sister was away getting lunch from the kitchen I snuck in here and started writing. I like writing in you, because you are like a friend I can bring with me wherever I go. Thank you for being there for me diary, I really appreciate it.

Dear Diary,

Oh, this isn't fair, I hate my life. Everything always turns out bad. I really liked my new father to. Well to put it bluntly my new father died today, right with everybody watching. He came back yesterday and I was going to start putting out my rose seeds for my flower garden. Then suddenly while I was looking for a good patch of land I heard a horrible scream, of despair and agony and I will never forget it. Cinderella's father had died in front of her very eyes. Just toppled over in his saddle as he was of to another adventure. Everyone heard that cry for miles around, because Cinderella's now an orphan, she has nothing left but us to support her.

Dear Diary,

Talk to me please. I need someone to talk to. My life is gone crazy. Mother has turned mean, I don't understand. She's making Cinderella act like a slave in her own house. I don't understand. Really I wish it would all stop. A wonderful thunderstorm is coming just suited to my mood. I really like Cinderella but my sister keeps telling me not to talk to her. She takes it all so calmly on the outside but I know she screams inside and takes all of it out on her pillow like a real bred lady. My sister and mother take it out on her, if we only had more money we wouldn't need another servant, we've had to sell some of are servants just so mother could get a new Christmas gown. She didn't need one she just wonted one. I image myself quite a lady now, but I probably am no more than a fledging just stretching his wings. Well that's what my sister thinks. I see dragons in the sky now all the time. I didn't remember before but there was a female rider on the back of the dragon I met before, I didn't notice probably because I was to busy looking at the dragon. I heard that they are impressed at birth. That some people can talk to all the dragons in the world but one of these kind of people hasn't been born in a long time. I wonder what it would be like to be that person. I have a new friend, he told me these things. He has a sister who rides a beautiful gold dragon. He also told me that the person has already been born but they are watching for her, also this person is supposed to do great things.

Alfitoswain

Nadeshda