Okay...thanks guys for reading
here you have a special entry:

PHANTOM!

Today, September 3rd...is my birthday, my thirteenth birthday. Gulp. You know, I don't feel as expected, older. I still feel like a child in training of becoming what I am supposed to be now, a teenager. Yet, I enjoyed the day. My description shall be short, though; since my family will be downstairs waiting for me to go eat dinner, maybe in that restaurant where they serve the most delicious chocolate cake I had ever tasted in my life, and which I eat every weekend, maybe two pieces each visit. Hehe. Don't judge...I eat a lot.

First of all, I recieved calls from most of my classmates and friends and at school lost of hugs and a little surprise awaited me. A cake was thrown at my face. We almost made a war there, but we were quickly interrupted by the prefect. Ugh...that woman is driving me nuts. She doesn't let us have a little fun. But at the end of the classes, we continued the celebration with my friends at the park. They sang to me Las Mañanitas, or the Happy Birthday song in Spanish. I just love the long version of it...it is sooo sweet.

Then, I came back home; my hair filled with cake cream. Mom made me take a shower and after that, we had a little strange chat. She was recommending me to ballet lessons. Eh...wHAT??? That...impossible. I am a soccer player, not a Mozart nor Beethoven, nor Tchai...I forgot how to spell his last name, though he wrote the music for The Nutcracker. Ugh...and seriously: I can't tip-toe! I have two left foot...haha...I know you don't believe me. Not even myself. So, that discussion ended with a round NO and mom got a little menace into my head, no soccer. She is mean...I don´t know why the sudden change of humour and motherly love, though. She was supposed to understand that kicking a ball in a soccer field is like the only passion I have, even above magic, even above school. Let's just hope the idea comes out of her head soon.

Copito has been a lot spoiled. He still bites the end of the bed sheets and my jeans. He is getting weird, I can say. But still...I love him. And I know that as you and I, he can't wait for our Hogwarts days. Let's hope he doesn't bite nor scratch anyone. He did that to Ulises yesterday, scratch his hand because he tried to hold it while our walk around the park. I need to talk more about him later...I will miss him.

Well, I am off...and I will tell you more about my day tomorrow or in two days. Week has been extremely busy with chemistry and languages homework. I need to learn twenty more verbs in French in the next ten hours...

Off you disappear

XOXO

Annie