AN: Hey guys! I'm back with another fanfiction, and yes another one. Apologies if me starting new stories when I haven't finished one yet is quite a nuisance to all of you, but I am trying my best with all of my stories overall. The format of this story is still the same as the Emigrated series, but just bear in mind that the following events you are about to read happened before Painful Revelations, so just be aware of that. Also, as the fanfic progresses, it might seem like I'm repeating the same events, but in truth, all together, they form a story.

Anyway, this is basically a diary entry I wrote for Larry about a year ago. I was very proud of myself when I wrote it and I still am now, so I thought, why not show it to the world? This will be the only story I will write that won't be in the Emigrated series, but it still has the same sort of format if you know what I mean. Have a great day guys, and enjoy!

Friday 22nd July

Hi, I'm Larry Riley. I'm twelve years old and I'm going to be thirteen in November. I live at 22 Birchwood Close in Quinstone, Dorset, UK. Before we go into the highlights on what happened today, I want to tell you guys more info about me. I have three siblings. Lemmy is nine, Wendy's thirteen and Iggy's eighteen. You might be wondering why I haven't mentioned my mom yet. Well, it makes me sad to say it, but I have to tell you. Our mom hates all of us, I have no idea why, and neither of us have seen her for years. I think I recall seeing her when I was like, two, three, or even four, but I still can't remember exactly what she looks like.

Iggy's been looking after us ever since Wendy was born and I was shocked when he first told me and I was even more shocked when I did the maths in my head. My family, including me, are originally from Florida, USA, but I guess our own country was a little bit too much for us, so we moved to a rural part of the UK. I think I've lived here since I was four and I've got used to living in a quiet place. I never really got the chance to experience the way American schools worked because I had barely begun Kindergarten. All these British words were all alien to me when we came here, but now I'm using them as if I'm a Brit myself.

This might surprise you a bit, but this country is starting to feel like my home. When I had started Primary School, kids kept picking on me saying, "You can't be my friend, you sound so weird."

The bullying kind of eased off when I started Year Two because I think the kids understood about geography and that different people from different countries have different ways of talking and I felt better when they said sorry for being mean, but not sorry enough to make friends with me. One day in Year Two, my teacher introduced a new kid to the class. His name was Ludwig and he was told to sit next to me. At first, I thought he was a complete weirdo because he didn't say a single word throughout the whole lesson and it seemed like he was trying to talk to me using only hand gestures and I had no idea what he was on about.

After doing some thinking, I had realised that he was foreign and he didn't know any English whatsoever, but instead of ignoring him like all the other kids did, I helped Ludwig by trying to do hand gestures as well and gradually, to my delight, he got better and better at English and we could finally communicate with each other properly.

Every day, me and Ludwig would spend break times playing together and we became extremely close. At the end of Year 6, it was very emotional because I thought that we would hardly talk to each other, but he reassured me that he wouldn't leave me if his life depended on it and that made me much better. Year Seven was scary because High School was such a big place, but me and Ludwig worked together and as time passed, we stopped getting lost and we got better at finding every room.

Now it's the first weekend of the summer vacation (we broke up from school on the 20th) and I was planning to spend today relaxing and doing nothing. I said 'weekend' but I counted Fridays as weekends too. I decided to get up early and as I looked out my bedroom window, I saw the sun poking through the gaps in the trees and creating a pretty shadow on the road. I loved summer mornings and evenings because the sun was out, but it was nice and cool at the same time. I knew my brother Iggy wasn't up yet and I heard Lemmy and Wendy talking in the living room, so I put on some shorts and a T-shirt and some shorts and went downstairs.

I grabbed a breakfast bar out of the cupboard and sat on the couch munching it whilst talking to my siblings about funny videos I found on my phone. After a while, we all heard the floorboards creaking above our heads and we knew that Iggy was up. A couple minutes later, there was a hard knock on the door. We then heard him coming downstairs and he opened the door. In the doorway, I saw a flash of blonde hair and I knew it was Abi, Iggy's girlfriend. They've been together for about three weeks. I never liked her because she was always insulting to us whenever Iggy wasn't around.

We all tried to convince him that Abi wasn't the type of girl he should be with, but he would always say, "Oh, you just haven't got to know her yet." which I find kind of annoying, but I guess we can't really blame him because Abi is his first girlfriend and he hasn't really experienced this sort of thing before due to having severe Anxiety. From my angle, I could see that she had an angry look on her face.

"Iggy," she said. "Could I talk with you outside?"

Abi sounded like she had something to say, but it wasn't good. The next thing I heard was muffled shouting and I thought they had had a falling out or something. The conversation (indeed if it can be called that) ended with Iggy shouting, "You know, my siblings were right, you're a psycho! I never should've got together with you!" Then he shut the door in her face and walked back into the living room.

There were a few moments of awkward silence before Wendy said, "You okay?"

"We're not together anymore." Iggy said sadly. "I just don't get some girls! Abi was listing things that I supposedly did when we went out last night and I don't remember doing anything apart from asking her if she wanted a drink and telling the DJ to play the summer playlist."

"I'm just glad she dumped you." Lemmy said. "She was so annoying towards us."

"What? What did she do to you?"

Oh, she was saying to us that we shouldn't be in the UK and we should go back where we belong."

Iggy sat there looking ahead for a moment. No way were we leaving the UK. Despite us being who we were, this was our home.

"Don't worry about it." I said. "You should be pleased that she's gone, and besides, we wouldn't want that kind of sister-in-law anyway."

"You know what? Yeah. I'm not happy unless you guys are happy."

"You'll find a girl who really likes you for who you are." Lemmy reassured him. "One day you will."

Iggy smiled. I really loved his smile because it was very infectious and it made me feel all warm and cuddly inside.

"Thanks guys." he said. "I know I can count on you."

Throughout the day, I found myself becoming more and more happy, partly because it was my favourite season and partly because at about two in the afternoon, I went to Ludwig's and he showed me hilarious YTPs and we both laughed so much that we fell off his bed, and I was in a particularly good mood after that. It was evening when Iggy told me that he was going to a fast food place to pick up a takeaway for all of us, so I decided to go into the backyard, sit on my phone and breathe the cool, summer evening air. One hour passed, then two, and my stomach began to rumble. Gradually, it became too cold to be outside, so I slumped down on the couch and closed my eyes.

I was quite worn out by the things I had done today. I knew that the nearest good fast food place was nearly an hour away and I thought that Iggy ought to be home by now. It was 8:10pm and I was starting to worry. I longed for my stomach to be filled with bread, dairy and meat merged into one. Maybe there was bad traffic or there was a shortcut that was closed off, or maybe Iggy was stuck somewhere. If that was the case, then I really hoped that he wasn't having a panic attack or something worse.

Selfishly, these thoughts drifted away into insignificance because I was having a lovely dream about me and Ludwig making our own YouTube channel where every video was either reacting to YTPs or actual YTPs. Day after day, month after month, we made lots of money and eventually, we bought an amazing house with a beautiful backyard and a pool and we enjoyed every minute, until…

I opened my eyes and I saw Lemmy wafting a slice of pizza under my nose to try and wake me up. I hadn't realised it, but I had fallen asleep!

"Who? How? What? When?" I said.

"Iggy's home now." Lemmy replied. "The food got cold and we don't have a microwave, so we put in a stuffed crust pizza."

At first, I was so confused as to why all of this was happening, but after dinner, Iggy told me that the car broke down on his way home, he had to wait ages for the towing company to arrive and it took another hour to get back to Quinstone, and during that process, the food got cold and do you know what my reply to that was?

"Pizza is actually better."