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Post by angelique paquet on Feb 17, 2009 22:21:37 GMT -5
 a diary written by angelique genevieve paquet
a diary which has never been found
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Post by angelique paquet on Feb 17, 2009 22:21:57 GMT -5
Dear Diary,
I absolutely cannot believe what my father is doing to me. It is completely ridiculous and unnecessary, why on earth would he do this to my mother and I? Uprooting us from everything we had ever known just to fulfill this little idea of his. What about us? Did he consider that we don't know anybody in this bloody English speaking country? Did he consider that we were not interested in moving to a cold country where it is constantly raining? No, of course not. He only looks out for his own interests. At least he has kept our family castle in France, me and my mother have the option of visiting in the summer at the very least, and both of us will be able to see our friends again, even if it is only for a month or two. But what about for the rest of the year? How will the two of us survive? Actually, how will I survive?
My mother doesn't even have it as bad as I do, she has the option of apparating or flooing back to the little outdoor cafes in France whenever she wants to to visit her friends and what not. I, on the other hand, have been forced to attend another school, completely out of the blue. Not only do I not know anybody, but for gods sake, it's my seventh year! Marguerite, Jeannette, Antoine, Augustine, Francis, and I had so many things planned for this year. We were going to, how is it said in English, dominate? Yes, that's the word. We were at the top of the school, everybody looked up to us, no matter what house they were in. We were friends with everybody, we kept the peace in the school, we kept order in the school. However, what will happen now?
Sure, the five of them will still have as much fun as they could ever possibly have for their seventh year. I, on the other hand, have been exiled to a new school in a cold and desolate country. It is simply absurd, and I don't understand why I couldn't have just simply attended Beauxbatons! Why does my father insist on ruining my life like this? What is the difference anyways? I'm sure I could just floo to the new house in the English countryside from Beauxbatons. At the very least, it would save me from a long and cold train ride through the English countryside. What school does that anyways? At Beauxbatons, we take flying carriages to our school, and it is so much more entertaining.
Right now, I'm sitting on my new bed and writing in this new journal that I have bought for myself from a French boutique before I left France for good. Now that my father has gone completely insane, and my mother doesn't really understand, and not to mention my friends are thousands of miles away, I have absolutely no one left to confide in. Sure, I could always send a letter by owl to one of them back in France, but it would take ages! Besides, what is the point of burdening them with my troubles when I can pour them all out here? Not to mention, with all the charms that I have placed on this book, it is impossible to open, thank god for the charms classes back in Beauxbatons.
So now I leave you, my new friend. Hopefully I will not have to write in here as often as I think I will have to: I will save this diary for the true and major troubles in my life as well as the major events and successes in my life. So unless something drastic happens, you will not be hearing from me often, my dear diary.
Truthfully Yours,
[/font] Angelique G. Paquet[/font][/right][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] |
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