Tuesday

Dear Journal,

Ugh! I am going to get those Cahill brats! It turns out Lake Tash did not exist! (and I was so counting on buying fur coats!) I screamed at Ian for about an hour before calming down enough to plan our next move.
I have to act like the older one since Ian's acting like the younger one. To be precise, he's been acting weird ever since we left Korea. Well I for once was glad to get out of Korea! Imagine, no fashion labels! The worst part was of course, telling Mother. She screamed so loud that people were turning to look at us. She threatened to lock us in the dungeons and take away my credit cards. The horror!
Mother Isabel calmed down to hear our new plan involving poisons, jet planes, Gucci and cookies. It's a very fine plan and I take all the credit.
Oh journal, you may not need to know about the plan right away! But a sneak peek, we're going to Italy to pick up some poisons and weapons. Lucians are very strong in Italy. One of our famous Lucian, Catherine de Medici was a Lucian herself. She was the one who had the most poisons up her sleeve except for me of course.
Lunch yesterday was a terrible disaster. Do you know what the food was? Coke and fish with spaghetti! The horror! I nearly fainted.
Well journal, goodbye for now. I complained to Mother about the airlines and she promised to sue about their food troubles. So now, Ian and I are going to a very posh restaurant called Esque.

The fabulous one and only,
Natalie Kabra