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About Me:Hello my name is Anastassia Puttnam and I am one of the writers for kings news.I am always smiling and tremendously determined to do anything that is thrown at me. Furthermore people describe me as a quirky character with whacky ideas...that's why I now write these stories. However when I grow up I have always really wanted to be a doctor/heart surgeon, so thats my aim :)
Hi there, you shouldn’t really be reading my diary, but as you seem so nice I have decided to give you...and ONLY you, special access to continue on the journey of my life with me! Hope you enjoy! Maybe we could be friends, or best friends if we get on well!
So let me introduce myself, I am Christina Heartworth (people just call me Tina) and as a 14 year old English citizen, I don’t believe that my Mum and Dad should be, how do I put this?... SO OVER-PROTECTIVE OF ME! Every time I ask to go to the park right outside our house (which you can see out of the window) they say:
“No, not unless there is an adult supervising you...and no, we can’t take you, your Dad and I are busy with work!”
As a result of this recurring pattern, I sometimes feel like I am in a prison cell! Also, I can’t go over to my friends’ houses for longer than two hours. Also, if I did go over there for my 2 few hours, I would recieve a call from my Mum or Dad on my stupid telephone every 10 minutes to see if I was ok! There is a load more on this subject however, by the time I'd finished writing it all down with my favourite pen, the one that I am writing with now, it would have run out of ink!
Unfortunately, I have an annoying little sister called Ruby, who is seven years old and follows me around everywhere; with her pathetic little dolly, that she has ripped half of the hair out of and a rotten blanket that she will NEVER let go of! Furthermore, she is sometimes so much more than annoying, off the chart kind of annoying. For example, if SHE decides to go into Mum’s room and SHE decides to pick up Mum’s favourite perfume; the one that Dad got Mum for their wedding anniversary, and SHE decides to drop it on the floor like an idiot so that it smashes into a thousand smithereens...WHY DO I GET THE BLAME? She even did it on purpose, because I saw her silly little grin and menacing eyes glare at me before she dropped it on the ground! Mum and Dad said:
“How could you blame your sister for such a thing...GO TO YOUR ROOM THIS INSTANT!”
Did you know, it took Mum exactly thirteen seconds to realise what had happened, but quite frankly, I am not surprised...that perfume was SO STRONG, it could knock you out any day. The smell must have shot down the stairs like a rocket! ZOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Then right up Mum’s nose!
Sorry, I have got to go. I am just about to start my new school...I hope I find some great new friends!
Catch ya tomorrow!