Where the Story Ends
Friday, January 1st, 2021
It's the beginning of a new year, hooray! (That was sarcastic btw.) We're still in a pandemic and...surprise surprise...it's 2020 again. Mom gave me this small, black notebook and a funky pen with a globe on it for Christmas. I didn't ask for it, well...I didn't ask for anything because times are tough and I'm 16 which is a little old for gifts. But she gave it to me and told me to write in it until I filled all the pages up. I rolled my eyes and groaned because writing is the last thing I want to do on winter break. But she said just scribble a few thoughts here and there and that "it could even be a drawing of your Auntie Zabine vacationing in Mexico with her 3 chihuahuas". I snorted chocolate milk out of my nose when she said that. I’ll explain Auntie Zabine later. Mom asked kindly and promised that she wasn't going to read it (frankly she doesn't have the time to do so since she works 3 jobs so I believe it). I didn't want her to feel bad. So far it’s not the worst thing in the world. But yeah, that's why I am writing to you now.
