Post by Abigail Louis on Apr 24, 2008 0:42:37 GMT
December
I didn't know this thing existed until today. Mom must've packed this without telling me. Might as well use it; don't want it to go to waste.
Why do I have to be so shy? I can't even look at someone when I talk, I feel so stupid! Mom said that until I was about six years old, I hardly ever spoke. If I did, it was a 'Please' 'Thank you' or some small statement. She thought that I had some problem going on, and sent me to doctors to see what was wrong. Nothing was, I just didn't like talking, I guess. And I still don't. Funny how some habits stick with us.
I really don't know what to write about. There isn't anything interesting about me. Well, some things. But those don't count, because I had no control over them. That was mom's fault for trusting those guys.
I miss Russia. I miss the Wizarding School there. And I miss our old house. This one's to big, making me and Margret have to share a room. We're not even sisters, so why should we?! Back at my old school, I had friends. Not many, many two or three, but at least I had some. Here at Hogwarts, I have none. Not one single friend. But I guess that's me to blame, for being so darn shy.
Why can't I be a little more social?! Ugh. One of these days, I'll have to get around, and talk to people. Kill my fear of shyness. It does me no good.
Well, I'm going to stop writing now. My hand hurts, and I have nothing more to say. Maybe, tomorrow, I'll tell you more about me. Wouldn't that be nice? Of course, you have no choice. You're just a book with pages for me to write in.
Anyways, thanks for listening.
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Abigail Jane-Marie Louis[/b]
I didn't know this thing existed until today. Mom must've packed this without telling me. Might as well use it; don't want it to go to waste.
Why do I have to be so shy? I can't even look at someone when I talk, I feel so stupid! Mom said that until I was about six years old, I hardly ever spoke. If I did, it was a 'Please' 'Thank you' or some small statement. She thought that I had some problem going on, and sent me to doctors to see what was wrong. Nothing was, I just didn't like talking, I guess. And I still don't. Funny how some habits stick with us.
I really don't know what to write about. There isn't anything interesting about me. Well, some things. But those don't count, because I had no control over them. That was mom's fault for trusting those guys.
I miss Russia. I miss the Wizarding School there. And I miss our old house. This one's to big, making me and Margret have to share a room. We're not even sisters, so why should we?! Back at my old school, I had friends. Not many, many two or three, but at least I had some. Here at Hogwarts, I have none. Not one single friend. But I guess that's me to blame, for being so darn shy.
Why can't I be a little more social?! Ugh. One of these days, I'll have to get around, and talk to people. Kill my fear of shyness. It does me no good.
Well, I'm going to stop writing now. My hand hurts, and I have nothing more to say. Maybe, tomorrow, I'll tell you more about me. Wouldn't that be nice? Of course, you have no choice. You're just a book with pages for me to write in.
Anyways, thanks for listening.
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Abigail Jane-Marie Louis[/b]