Sonja

__**Monday 11th April**__



“Oh mum it’s what I really want,” I groan. All these weeks I’d moan to mum for ‘in the cool’ Highschool Musical diary and mum hadn’t budged. Until today.

“Sonja. Fine I’ll get it for you okay? Just zip it for the rest of the trip,” she said frustratingly. Excitement bubbled in the pit of my stomach.

When I got home I admired my A4 diary glinting in the sunlight that was streaming in to my room. I’d write in it for months. I knew I’d love it for ever and ever. ** ﻿ **

The once glistening diary was doodled on, selotaped, Gabriella now had a moustache and Troy had a goatee and a monobrow. It is, now two cardboard sheets bound together discarded on the floor. Maybe I’ll buy another one? ** ﻿ **