It was around 6:30 p.m. when she got into her room after taking a shower and pulled out her diary and threw it on the bed she unwrapped herself from the towels and put on her pajamas she pulled out the pan from her journal and opened a fresh page from her last log and wrote:
Dear Three,
Today I met the angels shadow his name is Kyle O'Casey. They look alike; the spiky hair, their complexion, their eyes, although Kyle's eyes are kind of crystal green, not the glowing emerald green, their baby lips like they were implanted from a little baby, their nose like those of the Romans from ancient times. Their jaws, not all square and defined but somewhere close, as if still developing. I would like to think that he is taller than the angel but then again, its been five years so maybe the angel
