My First Page

Tonight I have a new book. It is empty. Mom calls it a diary.

“You write in it every night,” she said. “One page a day.”

So this is my first page. I am not good at writing. But I will try.

First, I had a hard day at school. Then I read my reading book. It was about a small dog. I like that dog.

Today was bad. Tonight is okay. And tomorrow? I do not know yet.

That is my topic. One short paragraph. Good night, diary.