Dear diary,
I think I’m in love! My grandmother tells me I don’t know what love is. That I’m too young, and I will only understand once I meet my destined mate, but I disagree! She doesn’t understand what it feels like to be young and in love!
She was a street kid! What does she know about life as a teenager?! She’s old! I don’t care about their stupid protocols. She lived her life. Why can’t she just let me live mine! She abandoned her people and all of them forgave her!
I hate my grandmother! She isn’t the queen anymore, and she sure as hell isn’t my mother! She can’t tell me what I can and can’t do! Anyway, I think I’m in love. He is gorgeous and so sophisticated!
I can’t wait to go to school every day to see him. He is the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I don’t care w
