Dear Diary,
I guess I'll find out tomorrow what it's hiding. emily's diary - chapter 1
I was on the porch, trying to read a book, when a girl about my age walked by on the sidewalk. She had short, choppy hair dyed a violent shade of purple and boots that looked like they could stomp through a war zone. Dear Diary, I guess I'll find out tomorrow
Emily’s Diary – Chapter 1: The Dust and the Discovery The attic was a graveyard of things forgotten, a silent museum of a life once lived in full color. It smelled of aged paper, cedarwood, and the peculiar, sharp scent of settling dust. I hadn’t intended to spend my Saturday afternoon up here, but the heavy rain drumming against the Victorian gables of my new home seemed to demand a somber task. I was looking for a leak. Instead, I found a legacy. Emily’s Diary – Chapter 1: The Dust and