Author's note: Well here goes, the second chapter, hope you like. Just if
you don't know, in England they call an apartment building a flat.
Dear Diary:
Well it's three in the morning, but I feel wide awake. Maybe it was the three cups of coffee I had with supper; or maybe it is just that I am now in a state of mental insanity. You ask why? Well let me tell you, my cousins came over. Now, I know, it doesn't seem like much, but it is. Trust me. Okay, let's start from the begging why don't we.
My parents are Harry and Ginny Potter. Mum's brother Uncle Ron Weasley (dad's best mate) married another one of his good friends, Hermione Granger. Now at the time of their wedding, which was just a year after mum and dad's, aunt Hermione said that they would like to settle down and have a nice family with just one or two kids. Now it is seventeen years and five kids later. I do not know how the Weasleys can stand living in one house together, actually they all live in one flat together. I thankfully, come from a pretty small family. It's just me and my two twin brothers, Brendan and Brentan, who are eleven. The Weasley family, on the other hand, consists of Mitch (sixteen) the triplets, Aaron, Arrol, and Ara (thirteen) and little Gema (five). Well they all came over today and it was just horrible. I mean all Mitch does is listens to music or go on the computer, so it really doesn't about him, but the rest are just, just....errrr. Well maybe not Arrol, he is pretty cool, but Aaron is like my brothers, a natural prankster. You better watch your back when those three get together. All day our flat was filled with the sound of whoopee cushions and the essence of dungbombs. Ara is just stuck up and snotty. She thinks that she is better than all of us just because she happens to be gorgeous. I mean there is just the way she looks at you, her pointy nose sticking up the air that makes you feel worthless. She is always gushing about her perfect, clear skin and her beautiful big brown eyes, and her straight red hair. It makes me want to hurl. At least she is better than Gema. Gema is just a huge brat. She is the youngest so she always gets her way, spoiled little pig. Well at least she won't be the youngest for long. Just today Aunt Hermione announced that she was pregnant, AGAIN. I mean it really wasn't a surprise. She is already eight months into it and her tummy is huge. I mean did she really think that people would believe her when she said that she was just retaining water. I mean no one's stomach quadruples in size when they are retaining water, no one I know at least. She said that it would be a girl and that she would name her Gea. I could tell that Uncle Ron didn't like the name by the face that he made after she announced that; but they both had a deal that Aunt Hermione would name all the girls and Uncle Ron would name all the boys. I personally like the name Gea, it is better then Arrol, who Uncle Ron named after a dead owl that he used to have, except its name was Errol, but still. I think that it is kind of freaky. Well mum tried to cook for the whole hoard, but let's face it, she is just not like her mum (who can cook up the best feast you ever had in minutes) so I just ran down to my favorite restaurant, Sim Chung, and ordered some food. I was tempted to order Soon Jung, a dish made with pig intestines, for Ara and saying it was peanut chicken, but if I was found out you can bet that I would be in some major trouble. So I just ordered. Three jumbo family meals and an order of Chi Tan egg rolls for me (those egg rolls are probably the best tasting thing in the whole world, I think that they came straight from heaven) So after supper and about a dozen rounds of coffee, the Weasleys finally left to their own flat, which happens to be two doors away from ours. Mum says that we are going over to their flat for dinner tomorrow, or should I say today, it is three in the morning. I can't wait. Not!!!!!!!
Author's note: so what do you think of that chapter. I will try to start putting a few more diary entries per chapter later on. Please review! Thanks
Shadowcat
Dear Diary:
Well it's three in the morning, but I feel wide awake. Maybe it was the three cups of coffee I had with supper; or maybe it is just that I am now in a state of mental insanity. You ask why? Well let me tell you, my cousins came over. Now, I know, it doesn't seem like much, but it is. Trust me. Okay, let's start from the begging why don't we.
My parents are Harry and Ginny Potter. Mum's brother Uncle Ron Weasley (dad's best mate) married another one of his good friends, Hermione Granger. Now at the time of their wedding, which was just a year after mum and dad's, aunt Hermione said that they would like to settle down and have a nice family with just one or two kids. Now it is seventeen years and five kids later. I do not know how the Weasleys can stand living in one house together, actually they all live in one flat together. I thankfully, come from a pretty small family. It's just me and my two twin brothers, Brendan and Brentan, who are eleven. The Weasley family, on the other hand, consists of Mitch (sixteen) the triplets, Aaron, Arrol, and Ara (thirteen) and little Gema (five). Well they all came over today and it was just horrible. I mean all Mitch does is listens to music or go on the computer, so it really doesn't about him, but the rest are just, just....errrr. Well maybe not Arrol, he is pretty cool, but Aaron is like my brothers, a natural prankster. You better watch your back when those three get together. All day our flat was filled with the sound of whoopee cushions and the essence of dungbombs. Ara is just stuck up and snotty. She thinks that she is better than all of us just because she happens to be gorgeous. I mean there is just the way she looks at you, her pointy nose sticking up the air that makes you feel worthless. She is always gushing about her perfect, clear skin and her beautiful big brown eyes, and her straight red hair. It makes me want to hurl. At least she is better than Gema. Gema is just a huge brat. She is the youngest so she always gets her way, spoiled little pig. Well at least she won't be the youngest for long. Just today Aunt Hermione announced that she was pregnant, AGAIN. I mean it really wasn't a surprise. She is already eight months into it and her tummy is huge. I mean did she really think that people would believe her when she said that she was just retaining water. I mean no one's stomach quadruples in size when they are retaining water, no one I know at least. She said that it would be a girl and that she would name her Gea. I could tell that Uncle Ron didn't like the name by the face that he made after she announced that; but they both had a deal that Aunt Hermione would name all the girls and Uncle Ron would name all the boys. I personally like the name Gea, it is better then Arrol, who Uncle Ron named after a dead owl that he used to have, except its name was Errol, but still. I think that it is kind of freaky. Well mum tried to cook for the whole hoard, but let's face it, she is just not like her mum (who can cook up the best feast you ever had in minutes) so I just ran down to my favorite restaurant, Sim Chung, and ordered some food. I was tempted to order Soon Jung, a dish made with pig intestines, for Ara and saying it was peanut chicken, but if I was found out you can bet that I would be in some major trouble. So I just ordered. Three jumbo family meals and an order of Chi Tan egg rolls for me (those egg rolls are probably the best tasting thing in the whole world, I think that they came straight from heaven) So after supper and about a dozen rounds of coffee, the Weasleys finally left to their own flat, which happens to be two doors away from ours. Mum says that we are going over to their flat for dinner tomorrow, or should I say today, it is three in the morning. I can't wait. Not!!!!!!!
Author's note: so what do you think of that chapter. I will try to start putting a few more diary entries per chapter later on. Please review! Thanks
Shadowcat