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Post by Annie of Conté on Feb 12, 2008 2:03:07 GMT -5
Annie of Conte's private journal. Do not read, for her eyes only |
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Post by Annie of Conté on Feb 14, 2008 21:36:19 GMT -5
Saturday 9th
Dear Diary,
You have no idea how boring and tame the life of a squire is starting to get. I love the people here and all, but sometimes I wonder what it ould be like to leave and be truely free. I doubt my dfather, or even Edward for that matter, would let me go though. After the ordeal I want to do great deeds and become a warrior princess, not a Princess with a shield that does nothing to help her kingdom. Oh well, I guess that's never going to happen, but a girl can dream, can't they?
- Annie
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Post by Annie of Conté on Mar 14, 2008 1:21:18 GMT -5
Tuesday 11th
Dear diary,
I ran into edward in the gardens, and we had a little chat. I've been so tired latley from all the parties and such, but anyway, i fell asleep right in his lap. I know, embarrassing! He carried me to my rooms and stayed there watching me for a while. Unfortunatley I had a horrible dream. The boys and my parents were all lying motionless around an alter, and after a while I realised they were dead. All of them... And then Edward was on the alter, with a.... a knife through his heart. I don't know what it mean and I'm scared. A horrible voice told me it was all my fault. I'll have to wait and see if I get any more similar dreams. I may have to ask a fortune teller or someone what it might mean. I'm gonna go sleep some more now....
- Annie
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Post by Annie of Conté on May 13, 2008 3:32:33 GMT -5
Sunday 20th
Dear Diary,
Last night was the Royal Ball. I had a lot of fun, and Roxas and I danced. I got a chance to talk to my friends too. Edward seemed tense last night, almost upset if I didn' know him better. I just hope he finds a lovley lady to settle down with one day. Here's the dress I wore. Everyone said I looked stunning, so I guess I have good taste::
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Post by Annie of Conté on Sept 28, 2008 18:20:37 GMT -5
*tear drops cover the page, making the words smudged in some places*
Monday 15th October
Dear Diary,
I've been avoiding Edward all week. It's not that I don't want to see him, it's that I'm not ready. I'm not ready to say good-bye, I'm not ready to smile and say it's okay, I'm not ready to loose him, I'm not ready to let him go and most of all I'm not ready to let him see me cry over him. If he saw me upset over it all I would make him feel upset too, and guilty and bad.
I've been trying to block it all out. But all I can think of is what will happen if he doesn't come home. What if I loose him? He is much more important that life itself.
wip
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