Operation J.O.U.R.N.A.L.

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Title: Operation J.O.U.R.N.A.L

Author: Meh34

Rating: PG (I won't put anything bad anymore…)

Genre: General/Romance

Info: The entries, written in a Japanese girl's diary. A girl by the name of Kuki Sanban.

Italics: Thinking, foreign language, and letter writing

Regular: Diary Writing

Bold: Expressive dialogue and story info

A/N: You know how sorry I am for not responding? Some of my reviewers have even gotten…very furious with me and for that I'm sorry. I guess I'm fine with the fact that Genosythe and Beezlee- have their own stories with diaries and such so w/e… Again, I'm really sorry for letting down Myu-Ichigo, DynaGurl, Numbuh half way hell, Kukiskool, almostinsane, and Cyrix. Well, read please!

My Name: Kuki Sanban 9/6/02

Sorry I couldn't write in me diary for a while! I hate my homework, especially math! It's so hard to do things in America but my mom says I'll eventually understand things. She got this job in accounting, with math! I hate math…and then, at Bring Your Daughter To Work Day, I saw that kid who kicked the balloon at Abby's party! And I was like, "You're a girl?" and he just yelled at me with some words like 'cruddy', 'GIRL', and he was mean! But then, I thought he needed a hug and then I hugged him and he got red in the face. He must have gotten sunburned but it's September…

But anyways, today was my birthday! I'm finally 8 years old cuz I have this late birthday so before, I was 7! Sorry if I misleaded you, diary cuz I got me numbuhs wrong. Anyways, I didn't really have a birthday party and it was funny cuz Abby came and we were eating noodles. I couldn't believe that Abby didn't know how to use chopsticks! It's so easy! I had to help her but sometimes, she would drop her noodles and had this weird look on her face that you couldn't really see behind her glasses. It was so funny! And then, she gave me this present and it was…nothing. I held up the shiny box with the pretty wrapping paper my mom told me to save and then it was a piece of paper. I was SO mad!

That is, until she told me that the paper led us to a party on the moon! My mom was acting weird when she saw it but Abby's mom said that "the moon" wasn't really the moon and they laughed like moms do. Abby whispered that it really was the moon but our moms think that we're going to this treehouse called the moon. How funny is that? Well, we went to Abby's house but Abby's mom stayed at our house. Cree, her sister, was so cool and said she could take care of us and be back in a few hours or something.

Then, we went into this secret place in Abby's house and there was this huge rocket in it! I was jumping up and down cuz it was so cool and then we got in it. The garage door opened and Cree steered us up in the air! I was looking around in the windows with Abby and saying how weird the people looked like. They looked like ants and I hate ants! But I knew that one of the ants was my mom so ants aren't that bad, are they? Well, after we were getting close to the clouds, Abby gave me this spacesuit and a helmet to wear. I looked weirdly at her but she told me to just put the suit over my dress and put on the helmet. Abby's sister changed when the shuttle was on auto-pilot. We were shooting up to the moon!

I was looking down at the sky and the earth and it looked blue-ish. Weird. I thought the earth was green…but anyways, we were flying to the moon and some guy with blonde hair covering his eyes popped onto the screen and asked, "Your numbuh please." Cree responded, "Numbuh 11 reporting to duty!" or something like that and this huge treehouse instantly came up in view. I was shocked and then the shuttle went into the treehouse with a bunch of other ones. We walked into this parking lot thingy and into another room. It was like a ballroom with a bunch of people dancing. I instantly knew what it was.

"PARTY!" I yelled. OMIGAW! Was this all for me? I was about to burst in like a party girl until Abby told me that it wasn't a party for me but just everybody else and I was COINCIDENTALLY eight on that day. That made me eligible to be a Kids Next Floor member or something like that. I wasn't paying attention. We took off our spacesuits and I had a pretty pink dress on. It was a little baggy but not really. Abby had a formal blue tuxedo and Cree had a long red gown. Our spacesuits were dropped on the floor with the others and we walked to the soda bar. There, a kid with sandy blond hair had the same sunglasses as Abby and was already sipping a Sprite. Cree had already gone somewhere else and Abby started to talk it up with the blond kid.

A brown haired, chubby kid was already sitting down on a stool but I turned my view to another kid. It was this short kid, probably about four inches shorter than me with blond hair! It was that kid who kicked the balloon at Abby's party! What was he doing here! He was wearing a light blue tuxedo and terrorizing a girl a couple of inches taller than him with his fierce words. I was already storming to him and before he knew it, I grabbed his arm and snarled.

"And another thing- hey! What are you doing cruddy girl!" the kid obviously noticed me and was met with a fierce slap to the face. My left hand was holding his right and I started to get angry. That kid was everywhere! He's following me!

"What are you doing here? You have got some nerve, mister!" I yelled directly in his face and he was scared out of his wits with that open eyed look.

"Who are you? I'm Wallabee Beatles, don't mess with meh!" he shouted. At least I knew his name, right? We introduced each other and that was probably the only good thing about our meeting. After that, we started insulting each other with our short stamina and weird accents. Finally, however, the arguing subsided and everybody was backing away when we stopped talking. The DJ knew what to do and a slow song came on.

"What? I'm not dancing with this cruddy girl!" he shouted into the direction of that brown haired kid. He was holding up some Pepsi in a martini glass and winked at Wallabee. "That's just Hoagie. He's insane…" he said, motioning with his finger to spin around his head. I started to laugh and his face was sunburned again…

"Well Mr. Beatles," I started to say. "You wanna dance?" My smile was growing when he started to stammer about how he couldn't dance. Why is it that all boys yell that they can't dance? I practically dragged him to the dance floor and by then, everybody gave us space to get away from the yelling freaks. By then, he had to step on my toes to get a little taller but it didn't matter. He had small feet.

By then, my hips were moving slowly and he grabbed my waist and I lowered my view to his neck. I had to lead him, because his feet were just too darn small and…well, he was too. My feet moved to the beat, slowly to the left and right. It was then when I noticed something. It was a glint in his eyes and his rough grimace was opening into a small smile. I don't think anybody else noticed, though. I just smiled along with him and sighed. This song was long! But, then again, I didn't want it to end. The moonlight was bouncing off of his eyes…

Kuki Sanban

A/N: Review please! And I've decided to place the part where they become operatives later on and put a little ¾ in this. How do you like it? Well, please review this and if you must, the other ones with diaries in them. Bye!