here's the next chapter that i wrote:D i hope you like it. next is luna and i'll be back in a week!
Chapter 3;
“I’m home.” I said walking into my house. I could smell the dinner that was waiting for me at the table.
“Come sit down before it gets cold, Alina.” My mother said once she finally noticed I was home. I set my laptop and book down on the couch and took my place at the dinner table.
“Hey there, Alina.” My dad said as he walked into the room. He must’ve been on the phone since he had it in his hand. He set it down on the counter and came and sat next to me.
“Hi, Dad.” I said quietly. I didn’t feel like talking much. My mom glanced at my dad with a questioning look. My dad answered with a nod and a smile, which made my mom smile too. I didn’t bother to ask. I reached for my fork. I was getting hungry and I wanted to eat my steak.
“Alina,” my mom said as she saw my pick up my fork. I set it down and my father said a quick prayer. Once he was done I picked my fork back up and took a bite of my meal.
“So, how was your day?” My father asked me with a strange tone in his voice.
“The same as always.” I said with no emotion in my voice. I would have added that it was boring and lonely, but I didn’t want to worry my parents. They wouldn’t understand.
“Well,” My dad started when my mom cut him off.
“Oh Dave, just let me tell her.” She said excitedly.
“Tell me what?” I asked getting a little confused.
“Well since school is finally out tomorrow,” She started to say. Yeah, I still had to go to school in late June. It wasn’t the greatest idea from our school board, but that’s just how it is. I didn’t mind as much as some people considering I liked school, but it was still kind of dumb. “We are going to L.A. for vacation!” my mom finished with a smile on her face.
“When do we leave?” I asked her.
“In two days!”
Once I had finished my dinner, I ran to get my laptop. I opened it up, got to my diary, and typed where I left off at the park.
Dear Diary,
Guess where I’m going in two days? Los Angeles, California! I love L.A. a lot. I have only been there once when I was five years old. I went to visit my grandmother there. She showed me everything there was to see. She was one of the only people who understood me. I loved her so very much, and I still do, God bless her soul. I have wanted to go back to Los Angeles for the longest time. It’s like my second home, even if I was only there once. I love it for reasons that other people seem to overlook. I don’t care about the celebrities, the stores, or the weather. I love it for the memories of my grandmother, for the sights, for the way it makes me feel. I hope I don’t feel alone there. I pray that I will find someone that understands me. Someone like my grandmother, who loves me and cares about me in the same ways I care about them. I don’t want to be alone anymore. Well, I’m off to pack and tell Jasmine the news.
L.O.L.
Alina
