June 19, 1985 06.00 AM
Dear diary,
It’s the 19th of June, it’s my birthday! My parents don’t admit it, but I just know they planned a party! I turned 7 today! It’s 6 in the morning and I’m not supposed to be awake yet, but I can’t help it! I always get a lot of presents on my birthday! Presents from family, friends, my parents, everyone! I wonder what I’m getting this year… Oh! Some one’s coming! I’ll be back reeeaaalllllyyyy soon!

June 19, 1985 06.15 AM
Dear diary,
My daddy just went downstairs. He’s probably decorating the living room for my birthday party! Mommy is still in bed, I wonder why she doesn’t help? Normally she’s the one to decorate first! When I peeked, I saw daddy carry something heavy, but I couldn’t see what because it was dark… But it means that I’m getting a really big present this year! Maybe a bike?

June 19, 1985 08:17 AM
Dear diary,
I can’t believe it! My daddy killed my mommy! Why? Couldn’t he wait a day? Now I’m not getting a present from mommy! Bad daddy! This is really mean of you!

June 19, 1985 10:02 AM
Dear diary,
There are a lot of people in blue uniforms, they have a lot of cars which make a lot of noise and have pretty lights! Maybe they’ll give me one of the lights? I hope so! But I don’t think so, I think I need a car too to have a light like that….

June 19, 1985 12.04 PM
Dear diary,
I still haven’t gotten any gifts, where is everyone? The people in blue uniforms took me to a strange place. It’s crowded here, and noisy and boring… I’m happy they let me take you with them, because otherwise I’d really be bored! They say someone is going to come to pick me up soon. Will I finally get my present?

June 19, 1985 1.35 PM
Dear diary,
My ante is here now and she’s VEEEERYYYY nice! Really! You can’t believe how nice she is! She promises to get me away from here and when I’m at her house, I’m going to get a VEEEEERRYYYYY big piece of cake and a lot of presents! Nice, right? Oh! There she is now!

June 19, 1985 4.58 PM
Dear diary,
My ant is mean. She says daddy’s not giving me anything either. It’s my birthday! I want all my presents! What good will it do me to be stuck here while my presents are still at home! But I can’t go home because the people in the blue uniforms are sniffing around there. Hmph. Wanna bet they’re having fun with my presents?

June 19, 1985 6.52 PM
Dear diary,
Blegh, I had carrots today. I want pancakes! It’s my birthday! I want pancakes! When I told ante that she became very mad, that’s weird, right? She send me to the attic without a reason! With carrots! But after 5 minutes I got a little hungry and I ate the carrots one by one. Blegh…

June 19, 1985 8.32 PM
Dear diary,
I’m still at the attic, and I still didn’t get all the presents! This isn’t funny! Ante gave me hers, a brown teddy bear, but aren’t I too big for that? Pfffft. This is no fun, here all alone.

June 19, 1985 9.03 PM
Dear diary,
I’m very tired, I’m going to bed. I could finally leave the attic and am now on the couch under a blanket, the teddy bear next to me. I still don’t know why I can’t go home, and were are my presents? I do know one thing, though; this is the worst birthday in my life! Blegh!

June 24, 1985 11:14 AM
Dear diary,
Why is mommy in a box? They’re putting her into the ground and then they start throwing dirt on her! Stop it! Mommy can’t get out like that! Mommy! MOMMY!

O.o i have the same birthday...cool,why did you pick that day?

aaaaw the diary is sooo sad and cute poor little girl.You should write a longer story about its nice.

Why would a barely 7 year old girl write hour by hour accounts of her day? And I have things I wrote when I was 6-7, they don't write like that.

Write a story about a little girl's father killing her mother on her seventh birthday, that's a perfectly reasonable premise. But she's witnessed her mother's MURDER and she's sitting down and writing coherently and selfishly?

Is she supposed to be some emotionally detached genius freak?

@ DoomStar
o.o;;;
Wow, what a coincidence o.O;;; I just grabbed a random date, actually xDDD
And thanks, it stays with just this, though

@ Pearl
I have diaries from that age where I did use time ^^;;;;
Though my granma taught me that. She told me that'd be fun to look back at later.
The reason why she seems cold is that she doesn't know the real meaning of murder. Kids often know what death and murder is now a days, mostly thanks to TV, but they don't always know that a dead or murdered person doesn't come back to life anymore. That's the reason I made her sound selfish about the whole presents ordeal.