Dear Diary
She was the thing that brought me joy, she was exemplary. She has a smile that could light a whole room, and wouldn’t hesitate to protect a single member of the group within a moments notice. She’d probably even take a magical bullet for any one of us. But I was the lucky one to be her roommate. I know i’m always safe because she is always right there just mere steps away. I had nothing more than pure admiration for her beauty, her talent, and strength to lead this whole group flawlessly. She may slip up, but as far as I can see it her sacrifice for the team more than makes up for any of those. She just keeps getting stronger and stronger, and she encourages everyone. I can always hear her cheering us on for lectures. “ Come on girls, we’re the Winx, and there is nothing we can’t do!” She even came up with that name for our group, “The Winx”. It’s pretty amazing what she can do considering what she’s been through. Her planet was frozen solid, and parents died but she still managed to work the hardest to keep everybody else happy. I wish I could just tell her how I felt but, Bloom would never be like that. A princess wants to marry a prince not another princess. Oh what am I even talking about Bloom wouldn’t want to marry me even if I was a prince.
At that moment Bloom realized she was still awake, “Flora? Why are you still awake?” She approached the troubled fairy. “Are you having trouble sleeping Flora?” Bloom eyed the book, “What’s that Flora?” She attempted to move her hand toward the book, but Flora pulled away quickly. “It’s nothing” she answered, while her face turned red quicker than Bloom could blink. “Oh okay sorry about that Flora.” She brushed her head laughing. “It’s okay sweetie it’s just a book of poems, I like to write when I have trouble falling asleep.” She yawned mid sentence, “speaking of which i’m starting to feel a little tired, I think im going to head to sleep, Greselda’s advanced magic class is tomorrow and it’s already late.” Bloom walked back over to her bed, “Hey Flora you should let me read some of poetry next time, i’ve heard people say your writing is so beautiful.” She yawned quickly again, “Goodnight Flora”, “Goodnight Bloom.” Flora looked off toward the window, “Not as amazing as you are Bloom.” As she smiled and fell asleep.
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I could have never though of that. 
so I'd have to have people tell me if I make little, Symantec errors. Though attention to aesthics is important. 
