Dear Diary,
I'm so happy that I got you for my birthday. I don't really have that many friends, so you're the only thing I can confide to. I should tell you a little about my self first. My name is Rosalind Brady, but you can call me Rosy. I have dark brown hair and grey eyes and I just turned ten. I have a sister, Audry. She's eight. I also have a mother and a father.
I live at 5 Privit Dr. Surrey. My entire neighborhood is normal. Normal and boring. Except for two people: Mrs. Figg, this old lady who lives with lots of cats and smells like them all the time, and Harry Potter. Harry is the same age as me, but I think his birthday is in the summer, while mine is today, January 27, so he's half a year older than me. He has black hair and these bright green eyes that seem almost...I don't know, magical.
If you hadn't guessed by now, I like Harry. He's like me in a way. Neither of us have friends. But the reason he doesn't have any is because his cousin Dudley beats up anyone who talks to him. I, on the other hand, have no friends because I rarely talk to anyone by my own free will. I just sit and write or read. I used to have a friend. Her name was Nerissa, but she moved away last year. I'm not sure where because she stopped speaking to me when she found out she was moving.
Anyways, back to Harry. He lives with his uncle and aunt and cousin, whom I've mentioned above. None of them like him very much, I think. He is always wearing Dudley's hand me downs which isn't very nice because Dudley is at least twice Harry's size. Plus, Harry lives in the cupboard under the stairs, while Dudley gets both rooms upstairs. It's not fair to him. I at least get my own room. I don't even have to share with Audry, but she likes coming in here and going through my things. I should have to hide you well.
Do you want to know how I know all this about Harry? Well, it's actually a very funny story. You see, I was sitting in the corner of the library, reading, and all of a sudden a boy darts under my table. Of course you know that this was Harry, but at the time I didn't know who it was at all. Then Dudley came marching through the room and walked right up to me. "You see a skinny boy with ugly hair and nerdy glasses?" he spit out. I assumed that this was a description of the boy under the table and realized why the boy was hiding, so I shook my head no. Dudley and his friend, I'm not sure his name, shrugged their shoulders and walked out to search for Harry elsewhere.
Then I noticed that the boy was still under the table, so I leaned down tell him that the boys had gone and my eyes were met with the two magical green orbs that I had described earlier. I told him they had left, but Harry wouldn't get out from under the table. So I just slid from my chair and sat down next to him. We spent the rest of the day sitting underneath that table, talking. We even ended up skipping the rest of class that day, but I didn't mind. I don't think he did either. It was the first and only time in my life that I had been that close to a boy for that long.
Well, I have to go now. Mum made a cake for my birthday and I finally get to have some!