Dear Andrea,
I'm sorry I haven't been writing to you for a while. We set off to my grandparents about a week ago and all it has been is work, work and more work. I can just keep in the urge to scream for freedom but luckily, today is Christmas! I woke up this morning, finally, on the right side of the bed.
Austin says that I'm lucky to have a birthday in the same month as Christmas. I just think he is jealous that I get double the amount of presents. I think I forgot to tell you who Austin is. He's my brother. Ugh.
This morning when I woke up, I was greeted by a bundle of presents by my door. Must be Dory, the maid, bringing all my presents up the stairs to give me a surprise.
I still remember the comment that Mr.Gleeson gave me. I told my mum the day I came home. Of course I did tell you first though. (Don't tell anyone). I'm working on it. Singing along to those cowboy songs that grandy likes. (Grandy is my dads dad and Gramy is my dads mum.)
It's starting to get very cold here is Philadelphia. The fireplace doesn't have enough wood. My job today is to gather some wood from the forest just outside grandy's house. I originally wanted to stay in the warm but I didn't want to tell Austin to do so. (He can get really grumpy. Grumpy doesn't work on Christmas) So I ended up agreeing. Someone's ought to do it anyways and I don't want to burden the job to Dory...
I'll talk to you soon, Andrea. I just need to find some time on my own tomorrow on later this week. Someone's coming! Bye!
Love,
Tay
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A Singer's Diary - Taylor Swift
General FictionDear Reader, My name is Taylor Swift but you can call me Tay. I'm twelve years old and this is my diary. Love, Tay
