Dear Diary,
It's me again...but you probably already guessed that. Well, it's Monday. For the most part I never like Mondays except for one thing: poetry. Every Monday our class gets into groups and we have a new poem that we need to learn. I know this sounds nerdy, but there is one other reason I love these poetry groups: Harry and I always get paired up because everyone else always has friends they join. Even Dudley. Oh, I found out his friend's name...its Piers Polky or something like that.
Anyways, the poem we have to recite is so pretty. I'm going to copy it in here so I can remember to memorize it.
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Isn't that beautiful? Harry and I have to practice together, but we can only do it at school because his horrible aunt and uncle don't let him go anywhere. You know, I can see into his kitchenfrom my living room. I once watch the Dursleys and Harry eating dinner. They barely give him anything. It's so sad.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I had a dream last night. I was flying through the air and it was nighttime, so it was very cold. Then suddenly I feel warm, and I look behind be and Harry is holding me. Then I look down and see how far up we are and I get scared. But then he tells me that everything is going to be alright. And then the sky fills with glittering gold stars, and that's when I wake up. It was such a wonderful dream although, I'm not sure how we were flying...I think we were sitting on something. But it was just a dream, so I should get back to my homework now...
All right, I'm back. I just finished my math homework. I hate multiplication. I'm so sorry it took me so long, but not only am I not very good at it, but I was doing it in the living room and I saw Harry and I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was getting his hair cut by his aunt, Petunia. And from the looks of it, it was going horribly. I'm guessing Harry didn't want his hair cut because he was squirming around in the chair. Petunia was choppi9ng his hair off and hid silky locks fell to the floor in piles. That was the second best thing about him, after his eyes of course.
I watched and I watched until Harry looked like my cousin Muriel: balding and miserable. I felt like crying, but then I thought to myself "Rosy, why should you be crying over hair? It will eventually grow back. And beside you still like him, don't you?" That was when I realized that I did still like him, and that hair meant nothing to me...as long as he never got colored contacts.
I need to go to bed now. It's already 10:00. Good night.