I went to the window and looked at my face. It was red, and everyone in my family knew that my face being red meant I was guilty of something.
“Ugh!” They pissed me off a lot of the times.
Then I went to my room and flung myself on my bed. Lance crept up beside me.
“Hi lance.” I said.
Then I took a deep breath, then I picked up my journal from my desk along with a pen and thought of what to write.
I flipped it open, then I saw it had been full already and there was no free pages left.
I used my magic to make a duplicate of my journal, just like I always did when it had finished. It had been a gift from my grandmother.
I started writing everything, expressing my thoughts about what had happened yesterday and today.
I finished and did a cover up spell on the book. It was something
