Dear Diary

Dear Diary, March 21, 2011

Today is the first day of spring. We have been here for four months and twenty one days. This house is so cold and big, I miss home.

I turn sixteen soon, I wish I were back at home to celebrate it with my friends.

Not even my father came to stay. He hired a nanny, a butler, a tutor, a groundskeeper and a maid. All while he is off working in the Big Apple at a prestigious law firm. He convinced me I would be much happier if I moved somewhere quiet, away from all the chaos of the city.

This place is like a castle, with high ceilings and four floors of rooms upon rooms. My room is at the highest point in the house; it’s a tower-like room. Maybe I should be waiting for my prince to come.

From here I could see the whole property. In the far distance over some dead trees I could see a small lake. Surrounding that lake and all throughout the property were miles and miles of trees.

There were signs of winter everywhere, and I could not wait for spring to finally take over.

A little closer to the house in our direct yard was a huge garden. It was enclosed by a wall, with an iron gate. Mom always told me that I had a green thumb when it came to plants; I was determined to figure out what she meant.

Tomorrow it’s supposed to be sunny with temperatures hopefully nearing sixty, and if I am lucky enough I will finally be able to get some fresh air for a while. I haven't really gotten any since we have been here; well only if you count a few trips to town with James the butler to get groceries. Other than that I have been stuck here all winter just waiting for the first sign of warm weather, so that I can finally find out why I am so drawn to that garden.

Things to ponder: Find out what having a green thumb means.

*Madison Rhodes*