Chapter six by Laura again AND the smileys :D

PROPERTY OF REBECKA SMITH

DO NOT TOUCH OR READ

IF YOU READ IT, I WILL KNOW!!!

NOW GO AWAY!

(no, not you 40 year old Becka, you can still read it :))

January 15^th

I got this diary for Christmas, but still haven't used it.

This is weird.

What am I supposed to do now, write my secrets so that Jake can read them??!!

NO WAY!

( Jake, if you are reading this, I swear to you, I'll hunt you down, and you don't wanna know the rest!)

I hate having a stupid younger annoying, boring and again annoying brother...( yes, Jake, I DO mean you....)

Ugh..

Okay, now I don't know what else to write, so I'm just gonna go.. Okay?

Bye, Becka

January 19^th

It was Jake's birthday yesterday... Why, oh why did he even have to be born stupid eight years ago?! The worst eight years of my life.. Maybe if he was a girl it would be better.. Not that he's far from looking like one..

So, all of his friends were here, and that means that the house was full of screaming children. The only good thing is that there was cake. Not that I was completely covered in it when Adrien (Jake's lame BFF) started the food fight.

Yeah.

Oh, and well, I saw Christopher when he came to pick up his sister with his parents. Aww, he is just so cute and adorable and I really like him. I mean, he is three years older than me, but so what?!?! He smiled at me, you know.. And I was so happy! :)

All of my friends say (including Danielle!) that we are too young for relationships now. Is twelve really that young?! Well, I object to that... I like Christopher, and they’ll see how cool it is to have a boyfriend when the two of us get together…

Oh, I think I’m in love... You know, this diary thing really isn’t that bad. I’m starting to like this :)

Beckah

January 21^st

Oh that stupid idiot!!

I saw him today, in school, during lunch break, kissing, yes, K-I-S-S-I-N-G that stupid girl from his class… what’s her name? Mona?! What kind of a name is that?!

He’s a jerk. And to think I actually believed we had something special. I mean, he smiled at me!!!!

Why is he sending me mixed signals!! Oh, I’m going to bed... And this diary does suck…

February 2^nd

Apparently my grandma died… Or was she my great grandmother?!?

I don’t know, it’s not like I’ve ever seen her in my entire life...

She like, lives in Russia, and now we have to fly there. Great...

See ya in Russia.. -.-

February 4^th

So, we’re now in Russia, it is cold (I can actually freeze to death here), and with snow falling from the sky the whole time.

I’m pretty much in the house most of the time. But only it’s not a house, it’s a freaking mansion... I think I’ll pretend I’m sick tomorrow (they are going to visit some relatives

--> BORING! / the last thing I need right now are old ladies pinching my cheeks the whole time... Thanks, but no thanks... I think I’ll pass..) and then explore around the house.

Maybe I’ll find somebody’s diary! Oh yay!

Oh, shoot, mum’s coming – gotta go be sick! :)

February 5^th

You will not believe all of the awesome things I found today... I found some books in Russian, and some jewelry (pretty!), some photos, and family portraits...

I found a few pictures with this cute little girl, but I have no idea who she might be. She must be dead or something by now... I’ll ask mum tomorrow...

February 6^th

Oh, so mum didn’t have an answer to my question, and we’re leaving tomorrow, although I want to stay now and find out who that girl is, I think she looks a bit like me...

So that obviously means that she’s pretty! :)

I’m gonna glue the picture here. I gotta go pack now..

Love, Becka <3

“Is that the girl” – Florence asked looking at the cute baby girl in a tutu in the old picture.

“I think so..” – Violet replied. “Wow, this is so interesting!” – she added.

“Yeah, I like that love part” – Florence said, lying down on the bed.

“What love part? There is no actual love” – Violet corrected her sister, as she lied next to her, laughing.

“Oh, well, she is in love with that Christopher boy…” – Florence said, looking up at the ceiling. Then she turned back to her sister, her eyes finding Violet’s.

“Don’t you ever wonder what it must feel like, to be in love?” – She asked her seriously.

“I don’t know. It’s not like we ever had a chance to fall in love with anyone other than Amadeus” – Violet replied joking.

“Oh, that would certainly be a great relationship, with a goldfish...” – Florence said laughing – “ One day you would just come home from work, tired, realize that you have no food for dinner, and wouldn’t feel like going to the store, and just eat your boyfriend / fish / friend / husband instead.”

“Umm.. Girls? They sent me to go get you” - Aaron Wells Thatcher said from a little elevator that took him upstairs, to the room his daughters were joking at the moment.

“What is that you’re wearing?” Florence asked with a grimace.

“Umm... They gave me some kind of a spacesuit...” he replied checking the suit.

“Will we get them too?” Violet asked excitedly.

“I... I don’t know.. We really should get going down there. They already declared us rude Earth people for changing Gadenhalden’s home; I don’t want them to think we don’t respect them because of this procrastination in here.”

“Geldunhaden” – Violet replied.

“What?” – Thatcher asked.

“That’s his name, Geldunhaden.” – Florence tried to teach her father.

“Well, what did I say?!” he replied – “I might be dressed funny, but thankfully I still have some brains, or as Miss Tibsen would say it, I still haven’t lost my sanity. C’mon girls, chop chop. The clock is ticking, and the time is sipping. I have a little hunch that now is the right time for lunch!”

“When did you become so poetical” – Violet asked getting up from the bed and entering the elevator.

“Oh, well… Adventures in outer space can really change a man and help him find some of his hidden talents” Thatcher joked as the metal door of the elevator closed.