I’ve never written in a diary before. But I’m going to start out well, won't I?
So, Ashley wasn’t very happy the last couple days.
This morning, she said, “Here, Sabrina, you have this. I want you to take care of this.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because, I’m not into writing in it anymore!”
“Okay, is everything okay?”
“Remember what I told you yesterday?”
“When Ronan got upset with you?”
“Yup!” I was confused.
“What do you want me to do?”
“I don’t want to go back there AGAIN, Sabrina. Can you go there for me? Please?”
“Okay, alright, I’ll go.”
“Thank you, Sabrina!”
In a hurry, I got dressed and I asked Mom if I could walk, which she said wasn't THAT far anyways.
I knew the way pretty well. But I never knew who was going to be there. I turned to a studio; Pinewood Studios.
I walked inside; there were a lot of people. I got a bit anxious, but I had to do it for Ashley.
“VIVA ASHLEY!” I whispered.
So I went back outside and I saw Ronan looking at me. Startled, I ran back inside and stood by the staircase.
In the corner of my eye, I saw him looking at me. I pretended I didn’t notice him. And then, a young woman and two boys walked in.
“Who are they?” I asked myself.
At a quarter to 10:00 am, we all walked outside. Ronan looked like he didn’t even notice the woman.
She might be very important, I thought.
I gave a smile and walked out. As I walked out, I saw a lot of people dressed in green.
“It’s not St. Patrick’s Day, it’s ‘Filming Day’!” I giggled.
I sat down at the very bottom of the porch; a couple minutes later, Ronan walked out wearing a full suit.
I snickered, “Is he going to a wedding?”
I rolled my eyes and looked out at the scenery.
I feel bad for Ashley being badly lectured at by Ronan. That really wasn’t nice.
I was almost all teary-eyed, but I wasn’t that sad.
After what we were doing outside, I started to pout a bit. Not too much, but just a bit.
I went and leaned on the staircase, just at the bottom. I started to tear up, and I tried to think of something happy, but I kept imagining Ronan politely scolding Ashley.
So, while there was still time, in case I quickly let out my waterworks, I ran to somewhere empty so I could let my sad thoughts out.
I found a library, and there was a staircase too! To get away from the crowd, I stayed on the top of the library…and may have cried a little.
Why would he do this, why?
I cried for about 7 minutes, and I went back to the main hall, leaving a big residue on my face.
At the corner of my eye, Ronan was walking up to me.
“Hi Ashley,” he said, "Well?"
“Well, what?”
I didn’t know what he wanted at first.
"Don't I get an apology?"
“'Apologize'? But I don’t under-”
“Don’t play games with me I know you’re faking!”
“Faking?”
“Yes,” said Ronan, “I know that you’re faking that you don’t remember!”
I had to do what I had to do.
“Ronan…”
“Well…???!!!”
"I am so sorry!" I said while trying to think of an escape. I knew he wasn’t happy.
"That you…"
"Okay, alright…I'm sorry that I was interrupting your 'beautiful' film scene. Are you happy now?!"
“I'm 'super' happy now, why did you even come here!?”
"Our mom gave us the tickets!"
"Who's 'we'?"
"I have a freaking sister, stupid!"
Ronan, outraged, slowly walked up to me and whispered.
"I'm not stupid…you're stupid!"
I let off a gasp! How would a boy as beautiful as a rose say such a thing about Ashley…and me?
“How can you say such a thing? I’ve heard about you Mr. Ó Foghladh! You’ve nothing but harsh feelings! Your mother or your father will not be happy about this!”
And then I stomped the way home. He got me mixed up with Ashley. I’m Sabrina silly! I’m not stupid!
Luckily I said that I have a sister.
And this is the end of this entry. He’ll forgive us, won't he?
All the best, Sabrina.