Reason to Live: Triela's Diary
Entry 5: My Short-Lived Holiday (Thanks Hillshire!)
December 26th-28th
Dear, Diary
So, I've been skipping writing yesterday's entry in this godforsaken diary, and decided to make it up today…which I what I'm doing right now. I was about to ditch this cursed book but, I don't know what force causes this; after looking at Hillshire straight at his eye I suddenly have the urge to write something in here and keep this godforsaken book…And so I did. Now what am I supposed to write in here anyway? I've been writing nothing but bullshit since a few minutes ago, and I should find a topic to write here…so is this a topic to talk about?
Never mind. Anyways, maybe I should discuss of this 'vacation' of mine which isn't as pleasant and exciting as Henrietta's. After the quick notice to leave, Hillshire decided for us to go to…
…the oh-so-great Social Welfare Agency
We stayed back. Hillshire got himself piled up with work, and eventually cancels his promise on going somewhere around southern Italy. Well…where, really? Has he ever put some thoughts on where we're going to? Some holiday…I'm stuck with him and his paperwork.
"But you enjoyed it, right Triela?" I said with glee, "You always return to our room with a big smile each day."
So eventually, only Rico, Claes, Angelica, and I were left here in the Social Welfare Agency while Henrietta herself is outside having some fun with her beloved handler. Damn I wish things would change…it gets lonely here sometimes, and I wish our numbers would grew. I don't care what gender it is; a boy would do just fine!
"Triela, I suppose your wish has been fulfilled too much now, IS IT??" I said with glee before sighing, blushing in the process "At least it benefits me too…Luke…"
And the holiday is followed with my usual cramps, rants from Claes about 'why is she the only one cleaning our room', more blablablas, crapcrapcrap, whateverwhatever, until tomorrow arrives. Bye bye holiday! Hello Henrietta and hello P230! Then it is followed with an objective on tailing this guy by the name of Enrico…
Damn this diary is getting corny…now remind me why am I still writing this crap?
"Oh, that bitch" I said with a 'tone' while fixing my glasses "if you don't like listening to my complaints, why don't you help clean our room?? I listen to your regular bitching about your cramps!"
So without further adieu, I decided to turn towards the…
…actually I am rather disappointed with this entry. How more lazy can she get? First the room, now two days of entry that is supposed to fill two pages; not just one! But I have to admit, out of her 'dark side' attitude, she is intelligent AND persistent. How would she help Hillshire on his paper works if she's dumb? Which I doubt she isn't…Hillshire always called her up front during our class sessions to take over…And yes Triela, it is getting corny. Try to get to the topic. Oh, wait…
December 29th,
Dear, Diary…