CONVERSATIONS

4th April, 20??

Conversations.

Dear Dia,

I understand that you must be very pissed at me. And you have every right to be, but understand. I didn't intentionally decide not to write yesterday. I had been so ecstatic that I couldn't write. Moreso, I came back late.

I feel your pages creasing as if you are grumbling. I can sense your anger through your lines and I assure you, I will try to pacify you. In fact, by the time I'm done telling you about yesterday and a bit of today, you would have no option but to forgive me.

Sleep came quite early after my last entry. My exhaustion had aided in its early arrival, and wholly I had surrendered to it. My rest was dreamless, and I didn't know if I should be happy or sad about it when I woke up.

The following morning as we sat for breakfast, I inquired from Henry about the progress of our plan. Unfortunately, he only had news I already knew. The Divas were pissed. Power had shifted. Almost half of the school were already on my side.