In which our Heroine is lonely and dejected, but then cheers up with friends. From tiny blue binder.

June 14, 1991
Sorry for not writing in so long. I am depressed. Jay and Sarah have graduated, I am back from my trip, my birthday is over, and there is nothing to do.
cont. as to 9:35 PM
Actually, I have cheered up. I wrote my (I hope) pen-pal yesterday. I haven't gotten around to addressing it yet.
I haven't mentioned that I have three new pals. [Ginger]'s friend [Gaia], and [Galadriel lastname]. They are very nice. [Galadriel], [Swallowtayle], [Gaia], and I made a fort. [Swallowtayle]'s friend Becca helped too. It has 4 rooms, an upstairs, and a shelter, a main room, and a back room. I really should be in bed now because it is 9:45! Ten minutes from when I started.
Good night.

In which our Heroine gives her True Love a flower. From the tiny blue binder.

June 16, 1991
I feel so brave, and scared, and frightened. I sent a rose to Jay, by his sister, through Hidden Hill. I hope he likes it. It may be the start of something new, but it may be the end of our "little rose" of friendship? No, not friendship, but of...love?