:January 13:
Today is Katie and my birthday. I can't really write right now, but I promise I will tomorrow. I will tell you one thing, though. I got many new gifts and this is one of them, a diary. Yay.
:January 14:
This is an ordinary life of which me and my sister hate. Here was my day!
"Sister," you say lying there with a book open in my hand, stretched on the couch. You hair slowly came sliding into your eyes, and then you felt a small stuffed animal hit your head. You ask, "Are you going to finish your school at all?" You look at her intently.
"Nope." The growing annoyance of your sister being there started up in you like wild fire, like ever day has since it was always the same.
"Why?" you looked at your look-a-like dumbly.
Katie answer, "Because, today is the day we get out of this stupid house."
You sighed, telling her, for what seemed to be the millionth time, "Is this one really going to work?"
Katie looks at you and smiles cleverly, "Yup."
"Just like the last millionth have worked?" you ask her.
Katie pouts, quivering her lip, "This one will work. I promise. Trust me, please?" You look at those pleading eyes of hers and you couldn't help but resist giving in.
"Fine." The two of you go over the plan secretly in the corner of both of your room.
You both sneak over to the door. "Have you been studying up on your magic, sis?"
You look at Katie, "Yes."
"Good. Unlock the door and put the guard to sleep," Katie orders. You shook her head, but cooperated with her attempt of escape. You put your hand on the door and unlatch it. The door creeks a little and you poked out an eye seeing a guard. "Now," a sharp whisper came from your sister. The guy slumped down to the floor.
"Yes. Plan one completed!" said Katie proudly behind you. The two of you slipped out the door and down the hall. "She may not catch us after all," your sister said happily. As the two of you ran down the hall, you abruptly halted because one of the many nannies, named Martha, stopped the two of you from going anywhere else.
As come to both of yall and towers over the two of you, she says, in her angry voice, "So, you both thought you could get away again, huh?" Slowly she bends down so her face is right in front of Katie's. "WELL GUESS WHAT! Your little plan didn't WORK NOW, DID IT?" she spat out leaving tiny drops of saliva on our faces. Martha continues, " GET BACK IN YOUR ROOMS, RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADIES, BEFORE I USE FORCE!"
You looked at your sister and your eyes meet; then the two of you high tale it into your room, since the two of you only owned one room. When you get to your room you sit on the windowsill. You look out into the vast mysterious blue sky, wondering if you and Katie will ever get out of this hellhole. You remembered thinking God, why do they have you put my sister and I through this? What did we ever do to you guys? You sigh yet again, and lay down on your silky bed. You always liked silk.
I looked on the other side of the room and heard my sister say, "DAMNIT! DAMNIT! AND DAMNIT AGAIN! WHY DONT MY PLANS EVER WORK? I just want to get out of this fuck hole whole. GOD DAMNIT!" She threw herself onto her black comforter. You watched her as she fell into a deep sleep full of dreams maybe of hate, sorrow, or a little freedom. As you stay up a few more hours reading books on spells, you had gotten from your birthday, that you placed oh-so-nicely into your bookshelf.
That was an ordinary day for my sister and me. Kind of strange, huh? Since we been stuck in this one room practically all of our lives, we dream of one thing. Freedom. Although being stuck in a room isn't that bad, we get protection and warmth. We, though, don't see the outside world. I wonder what the ocean looks like. I wonder if it's truly blue-green, like they say it dose, or is it purple? Well I have to go to bed. Night.