(This is written by Jessica, a good friend of mine)
09/05-2010 01:34
Dear Diary,
With all the stress and emotions that have been plaguing me lately, I thought it might be nice to share a happy story. I'm going to tell you about my first pet.
Her name was Darla, she was a Greyhound (they don't agitate mom's allergies), the runt of the litter and not considered even worth raising until mom and dad found her. Darla had such a nice white and caramel-coloured coat; it always felt like silk. She was about 3 years old when I was born, very well behaved and always so gentle with me, even when I was a baby. Every day when I would return from school she would always be sitting on her bed, tail wagging furiously, just waiting for me to let her come and greet me. She would cover my face in kisses and rub her head against my neck and face, getting her scent back on me.
I remember one day, I was about 7 years old, mom and dad didn't close the back door properly. Darla went outside and got through a hole in the fence so she could follow me to school! She followed me as I walked and got there right as I did. My teacher had to call my dad to have him take Darla home. Everyone who was around at school took the opportunity to come over and pet her and give her love before they let dad take her back home, though. Poor dad, he ended up being late to work that day but I think he really enjoyed seeing all of us so happy to be able to play with Darla before school.
After that my friends wanted to come over to my house more often just to see her and play with her--she always loved playing "Fetch" with us, she could play it all day I think. That was when Sus started coming over to my house more often; Malene came over a couple times but she was still very shy and quiet back then and not very social.
She ended up passing away peacefully in her sleep at the ripe old age of 13, and she suffered from very few health problems before her death. We knew her time was coming near the end, she was moving very slowly, had slight hearing and vision problems, and would get out of breath fairly easily in her last weeks. I'm so glad we were all able to make peace with her and show her how much she was loved before she died. Dad buried her in the back yard beneath her favourite tree that she loved sleeping under, so she will always be with us. We still keep a picture of her in the family room.
I hope to share more happy memories with you as I recall them, Diary.
15/03-2010 22:03
Dear diary,
Remember last time, me and Sus were talking about her having the hots for a guy? Well, I just received a rather interesting text message. Apparently after our chat, she decided that it was better to just be direct instead of playing all of those tip-toe games. I, mentally, applauded her for it and thought about how great it would be, if everyone was more direct. It certainly would help my situation. She, also, finally said who it was. Martin, a guy who is in the same class as us - he actually sit right next to Sus so this will either make or break the relationship. From the text message, it sounds like it made a relationship. After she had walked me home, she apparently went around to his house and asked to talk to him. They went for a walk, she said she is interested in him. He said that he thought he had felt the signals but was unable to act on them, as she found her quite intimidating. Quite cute, if you ask me. Apparently they kissed a bit and she is just one big smiley face. Awesome to hear. I kind of envy her happiness. She must have truly felt accepted after that kiss. I know it tingled on mine, when I read it.
Something interesting happened at school, by the way. I didn't mention it earlier, since I just recalled it. It was Malene. She came over to me and said I looked troubled. I smiled to her and shrugged it off, said it was just the stress of school-work and trying to keep your chin up constantly. She smiled at me, what a great smile, and I couldn't help but give her a hug and say thank you for it, though. She seemed rather surprised, but kept smiling. It must have taken her a lot of courage to grab me while alone and ask me such a serious, personal question. I told her she could come to me, if there was anything troubling her - obviously. Maybe I can help her? Help her how, though - I don't know. Maybe she is happy being who she is.
I better go get the last bit of homework done. 'till next time, dear diary.
14/03-2010 03:48
Dear diary,
I am sorry to wake you up at this hour, but I cannot sleep anymore. I just woke up with a kind of excitement from the things I am going to tell you. This might sound silly, but it is something that have been on my heart for a long time and every time I try to tell someone about it, they do or act differently to what I had hoped. Usually with prejudice and misunderstanding - so I have kept the cards close to my body and not said a word to anyone. Yes, what could it be, that I want to tell you? I will tell you soon.
I might as well get up now and start the day early. Sundays, that means homework, homework and fun! Maybe I should call Sus and annoy her a bit.
Good night, diary.
13/03-2010 23:39
Dear diary!
I am not good at these things. Hello there, hi! Smile and wave, look smug and sneak away with book under arm. Oh well.
Introduction first:
Hello there, diary. I bought you because I have a lot on my head that I feel that I cannot share with other people. Don't worry, glittery book of secrets, I do not want to kill anyone! 
It is nothing like that. It is something I am afraid that will make people judge me without knowing me. But, as I said! Introductions! I am 14 years old. I am Danish. Yes, why am I writing in English to you? Because it is a great way to learn a language. I am pretty formidable at the grand language of English..ing - but it doesn't hurt to keep it up. Maybe I will write in Spanish to you, when I start in the gymnasium or whatever I decide to go to? Also. I am a girl. I am quite ordinary, really. I quite like myself, for who I am - open minded, a present to the generation as my parents tell me. I got brownish hair, kind of bordering a bit on the red side. It's a bit long but doesn't go further down than my shoulders and I usually fluff it up to make it a bit interesting looking. What else to write about.. I like school, like so few now a days. They do not like to learn, I tell you - they just want the social aspects of the school, which I really can't blame them. I do fairly well on my tests.
I have a rumbling thought in the back of my head. How much should I share to my diary? I read somewhere that you shouldn't write down anything you are afraid will come back and haunt you, if someone figured it out or redefine who you are when you are dead. But if I can't be sincere to my diary, then who can I be to? I have just decided to be 100 percent truthful to you, dear diary. Oh, glittery. I suppose the first chapter in any book is good for introductions. I have introduced me. My name is not important, but it is a great name, one I will never depart of!
My (closest) friends!:
Susan - My best friend since I started in school. We have been through a lot of things as giggling girls. She is my girl in arms, you could say - together we make a lot of trouble, without it being proper trouble. She is blonde, does not care very much about school - usually just texts with the boys on her mobile phone (Do you really say cellphone in English?). She shares a bit too much information with me about them, apparently she have kissed at least 10 guys! But who am I to gossip to a diary. She is my friend for life, though. I suppose I am the good side and she is the bad side, the yin to your yang and all that funny stuff. I call her Sus and I am the only one who is allowed to do that, she says. Others she will beat. She is too small to beat anyone but there you go.
Malene - Kind of an outsider girl, if you can be allowed to say that. Very quiet, but we brought her into our clique. She got such a great smile, when she finally moves that immovable mouth of hers. She is a closed book, but it feels great when she starts talking. I know she likes to hang out with us, because she comes around without us asking. I like having her there, she is kind of a calm object in the mist of chaos, you know? She got brown hair, like it matters. She is a bit tall and a bit chubby, but she looks great even though of that. I've seen the guys glare a bit at her, maybe because she is developing fast but also because she is such a mystery! She is very quiet in class but does all her homework. She knows a lot of stuff, as well! Come to think of it, I have never been in her house. I don't know a lot about her, at all and I have known her since kindergarten. Is that a bad thing?
These are the most important girls in my life at the moment. I will explain more, if they come into it! But it's saturday and nothing is going on! Might as well go to bed. Night, diary.