She unzipped the zipper on the bag, pulled out the notebook with the metal padlock and red leather cover, a gold butterfly stamped on the front, and two straps that seemed to bind the whole thing, but were only decorative.
She flipped through the pages and found more than she could remember.
March 26th.
Guido is always on the computer and never on the books. According to his letter teacher, his behaviour legitimizes being a good-for-nothing. If the professor was right, I could never like someone who has the sole talent of not standing out in anything.
Could I?
Is Guido the measure of my failure?
Daisy sighed at her memories. She turned over a new leaf.
Guido again. She was moved to read a poem he had dedicated to her, which she had taken the trouble to rewrite in her diary with a
