Dear Diary,
Hi. It's Gabriella. This is the first time I've kept a diary so excuse me if this turns out awkward.
I decided to write because something weird happened to me last week - until now actually - and I badly needed someone to confide in since I don't have any friends.
You see, Diary, last week when I was heading home from school, I happened to pass by this dark alleyway by the Angel's boutique. What I saw there was a group of guys harassing this kid. They were circling him like sharks ready to take a bite at its prey. One of them pushed the boy threateningly and said something that I couldn't quite hear.
The boy didn't move. He only stood there with his hands in his jacket pocket. His head cast downward like he was bored. The light was very dim but I could just make out his coal-black hair. The men started to draw closer and closer to the boy looking pissed at something he had said that was surely an insult.
I watched, terrified for the boy that I did something stupid - Something I wish I had never done, and now it bites me on the butt. Dropping my bag, I called out for their attention. All eyes turned to me then even the boy. I saw that his eyes were a mix of sea green and turquoise blue. A beautiful shade. Gosh! He's very handsome! Perfect nose, strong chin, full lips....he's just dreamy, Diary!
With all eyes now on me, I started to part my lips and....SMILED
Just as I expected, the boys ran leaving a trail of dust behind them - I even saw one of them go Cinderella-mode and left a shoe behind. Honest.
I was shocked when I saw that the boy still stood there. Fascination and admiration in his eyes as he gazed at me, then he smiled.
I saw fangs - two sharp needle teeth. He introduced himself as Aelpric Burgermon - Is that how is it spelled? I don't know.
Ever since then he never left me alone. Wherever I go he's there. Everyday it's a race from my house to school and from school to my house just so I would not have to deal with him. I thought that if I ignored him he would go away, but he didn't.
He's still there, haunting me.
I wish I went home early, I wish I did not peek into that alley, and I wish I did not smile on that unfaithful day.
Shivering under my bed,
Gabriella
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I closed my diary and sighed when I heard a slight knock on my window. As soon as I did, blood drained from my face, and I covered myself in my blanket even more.
It's him. HE'S HERE!
What is he doing? He's tapping my window and saying something. And now he's waving. He's waving at me like an idiot. And now he is winking. He's winking and trying to shove a red rose from the small gaps of my window - is he an idiot?
He looked frustrated and started twisting the rose to make it smaller before he began pushing again with his fist making my window rattled from the force. I hope he doesn't break it...AGAIN!
The rose is in. It fell onto my floor, barely looking like a rose anymore. I don't think it might even be alive.
He's saying something and blowing air into the glass and writing words on them.
It says PICK.UP.THE.DAMN.ROSE.
Now he's gesturing for me to pick it up before he gave me one last wink and vanished into the night.
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