It is rather late at night
Mother and father are both asleep, which allows me to creep into our scoop, use the computer screen and peacefully begin writing. I have always preferred solitude to company, and I am so often surrounded by my family or friends I seldom get a chance to collect my thoughts.
Writing this diary was an idea of my friend Azuntair. She says I am such a wit, I can make even the most mundane things sound interesting…and therefore record them for posterity. Azuntair, much as she is a darling, does giver rather extravagant compliments.
My friend Nyranai disagrees with her-she believes diaries should record personal things that can't be said in public.
I will attempt to moderate between my two good friends.
My mother says that these days it is terribly fashionable to keep a diary. I do hope Mother doesn't read this diary-she tattles to Father in everything so that I can barely trust her at all. Nyranai recommends that I conceal it as a secret file, and put a password over it… neither Father nor Mother are particularly good at computers, but being still at school I have access to the very latest in computer advancements.
I only have another yeari of school left; I would like to be a biologist or an artist maybe both. These days it is very fashionable I think for females to become chemists or even dancers. Mother, and I both agree this latter career path is rather scandalous.
I think Azuntair is rather too complimentary-if I am supposedly so witty, then why is it I can think of nothing interesting to say?
I am tired now, I should sleep.
i An Andalite year lasts approximately 84 Earth months or 7 Earth Years.