My name is Fanny Cloutier.
I'm fourteen, almost fifteen, but not really to be honest. The two things I do best in life are drawing and enduring (yes ENDURING) father's eccentric decisions.
*** Uh. Who am I talking to, actually? ***
If you are reading these lines, my journal:
A) fell in the metro (well, I never take the metro, what am I talking about).
B) Worse. It slipped out of my bag, right in front of the school entrance (OMG, please no!!)
C) Or catastrophe of international type: it is that YOU ARE MY FATHER.
This year, I'm a half a hair away from missing my teenage years and I know only one thing for sure: without you, diary, I would NEVER have done it.
12 yo and up
First volume in a series of 4
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