Journal,

So first things first this is a journal, not a diary. Got it? No diary here. Just a journal where I can right about my day without gossip and girls sinking their way into here. After all I'm not my sister. I don't know how she can write about such immature things in [i]her[/i] diary. [i]I thought I was the "immature and foolish" one, but you don't see me writing about boys and my feelings down now do you?[/i]

Oh wait, Journal. I never told you how I know about Isabella's diary. So going back to this foolish and immature thing, my [i]16 year old sister[/i] still hides things under her pillow like it's such a safe place. It's like she stills believes in the tooth fairy or something. But back to the story, Journal. One day I was cleaning her room (My parents are so unfair and make me clean [i]her[/i] room because she's "busy with school and trying to find where she belongs in the world." Most amount of bull crap I've ever heard from them. But whatever.) I was making her bed and I went to change the linen around her pillow and there was a diary under it. [b]A diary.[/b] My 16 year old sister has a diary. She thinks she's so much better than me and so much older and mature but I'm not the one keeping a diary now am I? I'm just keeping a [i]journal[/i]. A normal, ordinary journal where I can write about my day and keep childish thoughts out. Remember? Ok just checking, Journal.

But that's enough rant for today. I should probably write about my day, I mean after all this is a [b]journal[/b]. It's been raining. Like a lot. I can't say I'm necessarily mad though; staying indoors has it's own advantages just like being outdoors does. Sure I can't work on my fort with my friends or anything but at least I can play some board games and stick around with family. And my muscles are starting to get sore too. Turns out digging for 6 hours a day doesn't do the body too good. [i]Who could've ever guessed. [/i]

Tomorrow, assuming the rain stops, I'm going to play with Ana again and keep on working on our fort. It'll be fun I think. I like spending time with Ana. Not because I like her or anything though (that's absurd, Journal)! But she's a nice girl. Sort of quiet but nice and smart and pretty. But what am I doing; this is a journal. I need to focus here. This is for writing about my day, not my emotions. I think the rain just stopped. I'm gonna go check. I'll write to you later, Journal.

-James