September 12, 1925
Inkwell Isle 1
Diary: Belongs to Hilda Berg
Age: 16
Likes: Space exploration, astronomy, theatre
Dislikes: Sally Stageplay, French Class, sea monsters
Oh boy, today is my sixteenth birthday and my goddamn sophomore year has only gotten more stressful. Well, my best friend Cagney and I will run some errands after school but in the meantime, I will write in this brand-new diary my mother gifted to me. I feel like I've needed an outlet to express myself so here we go:
I have a crush on Cagney, he is so handsome when he smiles. I always feel butterflies around me when he bites his lip. However, I don't think he likes me back. He would choose "everyone's favourite douchebag", Sally Stageplay over me. Like why he would date a dork like me, I literally have a D average in most of my classes, and I am failing French. I would be happy just to get an "E" in that class. Sally, on the other hand, has all A's and B's and gets every fucking lead role in every fucking theatre play production we do. Cagney gets pretty average grades; I would say B's and C's. Of course, Cagney would choose someone who is smarter than me.
Well, I have French class today. God, I hate French. Sally is in that class, and she speaks French like everyone in Phantom of the Opera. Hell, I'm sure she can act out the entirety of Phantom of the Opera and Les Misérables plays without a stutter. Of course, I walked in seeing "little Ms. Sally" having a whole conversation with Monsieur Dupall in literal gibberish. Well, French class felt like a breeze, I spent it writing in my diary instead of doing my stupid French assignments.
I also had Algebra 2 and my favourite class, geosystems. I just love learning about the atmosphere and how it affects our ecosystems. The best part is, Cagney is my lab partner, and we enjoy studying together. Like me and Cagney, are unstoppable when it comes to geosystems. Today, Cagney let one of our classmates, Chauncey, cheat from our notes.
I came home from school on a relieving Friday as I decided to relax on the beach while waiting for Cagney to arrive to my house. For once, I dunked my bare feet into the lukewarm, prickly water. I was always afraid of being attacked by some sea monster coming my way. My father used to hunt them for sport, before he died in combat. Every time I go near the beach, I think of my father who was a Marine in the World War. I started feeling tears trickling down my sensitive cheeks as I slowly pulled my feet from the tides.
I entered my house to barricade myself into a pile of blankets. I relax while I wait for Cagney to arrive. While under the blankets, I have a word for Cagney:
"Cagney, I know we have been friends for a while, but I have feelings for you. I know you may not like me but at least I can let it out. I'm sorry, it's okay if you don't like me back, but please don't hate me."
I began to shake as each thought flowed through my brain. Is this a good idea? Confessing my love to someone, that's scary. I took a few deep breaths to hear a subtle knock on the door. I slowly poked my head out to hear another knock. I finally decided to slowly walk towards the door, as I ushered Cagney into my living room.
Cagney walked in, greeting me with his little "hello". I began to blush as he walked closer to me.
I asked him to walk across the board walk. He replied "Well, it's your birthday, so nothing is up to me" We walked for an hour, attempting to reach Inkwell Isle 3. All I could think about is my confession to him. Then, it just spilled out, "Cagney, I'm sorry but I think I love you and you are hot." Oh my god, I was so embarrassed. I decided to run away from him and throw my diary in the water, for all the sea monsters to eat. This was the worst birthday I have ever had…