"I don’t want to be just a fan screaming & crying at their idols, I want to be someone special..."

After writing, you slipped the diary under the door and stood by it. You waited, and waited... But there was no answer. You sighed and walk away, to be stopped by the sound of something sliding on the floor. It's the diary. You turned and ran to, picking it up and flipped the pages. You smiled to yourself and hugged the diary tightly, walking away.