FRIDAY, AT HOME, 6:05 A.M.
I just had the most HORRIFIC nightmare!
The worst in my entire life!
I'm soooo FREAKED OUT I can barely write this.
I'm having cold sweats, my heart is pounding, and my brain is …
numb with such intense … anguish it feels like it's about to, um …
I DREAMED I LOST MY DIARY AT SCHOOL
YES!! At SCHOOL!! Like, how CRAZY is THAT?!
The weird thing is that it seems like it actually happened. Because
as soon as I woke up, all these detailed memories came flooding
into my head, making me feel even more confused.
I can't imagine NOT writing in my diary! It's like I'm addicted or
In my dream I was so desperate that I found Brianna's old doodle
book at the bottom of her toy box and started writing in that
But mostly I was FRANTIC that someone would find my diary and read
all the SUPERpersonal, SUPERembarrassing, SUPERsecret stuff
That was me screaming.
Because if I'm writing in BRIANNA'S DOODLE BOOK, that can mean only
I LOST MY DIARY AT SCHOOL YESTERDAY