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Yeah, from the title, you probably guessed that this isn't a story post. Sorry for disappointment this isn't Part 2 of CHAPTER THREE: THE TROUBLED HOUSEWIFE.

This is, like kinda a random post.

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- From MYSTERY PERSON,
writer of Diary of a Person Living in the Basin 

THREE: THE TROUBLED HOUSEWIFE (PART ONE)

Hi to all readers! Sorry for not writing posts for a month or two, really too busy to write a good chapter! Thks for everyone's support! Here is Part one of Chapter Three, please enjoy!

Hello diary and so sorry for not writing much. Quite busy. I was in my living room reading a book entitled "Wartime". It was really a very interesting and exciting book so I was engrossed it in totally. But then I heard some loud noises and something like a cup shattering downstairs. Then the front door slammed so loud, my book clattered to the floor.

"Oh rats, where had I gone to?" I asked myself, flipping through the pages. However, downstairs, the noise continued. More shattering of china sounded, I think. "Priang, priang, priang..." I couldn't stand it any further. I bookmarked the page (I found it in the end) and was starting down the stairs.

Wow. The mess was terrible downstairs. There was shattered china all over the place; shards of ceramic lay on the floor. It was a hard task trying not to step on them. I looked around the living room cum kitchen. Who was the one throwing all those things? What a waste of money and time (to clean up).

Then I saw Mrs. Watters sitting on the couch, crying. Crying?! I thought. Why? I was pretty curious so I hopped around the broken plates and stuff to get to the couch. Mrs. Watters was talking on the phone and tears were spilling down from her eyes.

Her right hand was bleeding from a cut from her palm. I immediately inferred: she cut herself when she was throwing all those things.

She was in a conversation and apparently spilling out a lot of information to the other party. It seemed that the conversation had just begun not long ago, maybe just after the door had slammed.

Wait a minute.

If the door had slammed, hadn't someone gone out? Who could it be? My brain started working. I surveyed the living room. Plates and china were broken; streaking the floor. Mrs. Watters was crying as she talked on the phone, maybe speaking her worries. Someone had gone out.

I thought of a possibility, then squashed it. It couldn't be Mr. Watters and Mrs. Watters having a terrible argument, so Mrs. Watters smashed all the plates and Mr. Watters got angry and he left, slamming the door and Mrs. Watters starting to cry so she wanted to talk to someone?

It sounded quite logical, but it was a terrible, terrible thought. Mr. Watters was kinda nice, so I didn't think this was possible. But again, I remembered Mr. Watters saying that I was a secret between him and me? Could that be...gosh. 

I jumped onto the couch and paid close attention to what Mrs. Watters was saying.

"I think he has done something terrible to me!" I caught this first sentence.

Then I froze.

Could it be my fault?

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TWO: FRIENDS? (PART TWO)

Hello people out there reading this blog! Sorry for the late updates, was a little busy. :) Here is PART TWO of CHAPTER TWO: THE WATTERS. Enjoy and please comment!

...."Ahh!" I screamed...

"Gotcha!" Mr. Watters exclaimed in delight. "Ooh, it's a little guy!"

I almost fainted right on the spot! This was getting upright absurd! It was bad enough Mr. Watters could hear me already - now he could see me too?! How could it be? Mr. Watters was...a weird guy! His son, Jackson, couldn't hear or see me, of course, from yesterday's experience I could tell. "Hello!" I acted friendly and waved. In this kind of situations, the best solution would be to act nice and friendly so that probably Mr. Watters would let me off.

"Hi?" Mr. Watters returned. "Nice to meet you! I'm Mr. Watters. Who are you, little guy? Were you the one talking to me?"

Suddenly, a bizzare thought rushed through my mind. What if...Mr. Watters could become my friend and could help me in difficult situations, like dealing with his family? That will be awesome and my safety will be guaranteed! But will it be safe to trust Mr. Watters? He's big though, but quite friendly. I think it'd be OK.

"I'm Mr. Red," I self-introduced. "Yes, I was the one talking to you. Why were you sleeping?"

Mr. Watters didn't answer my question. He asked his own one instead. "Um...where do you live? I've never seen you here before!"

I was in a dilemma. Should I tell Mr. Watters the truth? If I did, would Mr. Watters do me harm? But if I not, what would happen? I decided to let the cat out of the bag. "Well, I...live here, matter-of-factly," I said, smiling sheepishly. "I just moved in."

"Oh! You live with us?" Mr. Watters exclaimed out loud. "That's cool!" Luckily Mr. Watters didn't ask where in the house I lived, or that would be quite tricky.

"Can Diana, Jackson or Brianna see you?" Mr. Watters grinned and asked me. I scratched my head, thinking.

"I don't really think so," I admitted. "Jackson I'm sure he couldn't see me. Yesterday he almost killed me. But Mrs. Watters and Brianna, I'm not so sure."

"Then, if they can't see you, only I can see you in this house, right?" Mr. Watters was evidently excited.

"Yes." I said.

"Great!" Mr. Watters almost danced in joy. But I was confused. What was so great about this?

"Why are you so happy?" I asked in confusion.

"You don't understand," Mr. Watters said in excitement. "You see, Diana, my wife, demands that I tell her everything. Very bossy woman in fact. Brianna and Jackson are my children, but they don't really take after me. You'll be my secret and my friend. So I can tell you my secrets without being scared that Diana would know! She would only think I'm crazy!"

I laughed out loud. Mr. Watters offered to be my friend first, before I even asked. "I'll be glad to be your friend!" I said, looking at him.

"Thanks, Mr. Red! So you'll be my secret! We'll help each other out, I promise!" Mr. Watters grinned.

"Deal!" I shook Mr. Watters' hand. "So I'll be off? Remember to join your family! It's a Saturday!" I said before jumping off the bed and hiding behind a drawer.

Mr. Watters shook his head and went downstairs, smiling.

I still needed to take some precautions, in fact. Now that Mr. Watters knew that I lived here and could see and hear me, things could get pretty complicated. Now I could only hope that he wouldn't spread this secret to the outside world. It could get hard if other humans knew about me. We tiny guys' lives are supposed to be top-secret. And I sort of broke this rule, ha ha.

I decided to retreat to my home to think about what happened with Mr. Watters. Sitting in my couch, sipping a cup of hot chocolate, I tried to retrace my thoughts. So now I was friends with the head of the house? Good achievement, eh? But I knew not to be overly happy and joyful.

Because I didn't know whether the decision I made, to reveal my identity to Mr. Watters, today was correct. If it was, I would have a much easier time living here. If it wasn't, and Mr. Watters was not a trustable guy, I would be dead meat.

I could only hope for the best right now.

TWO: FRIENDS? (PART ONE)

Here is Chapter Two of the story! Please enjoy, comment and subscribe to show your support for Mr. Red!

Hello diary. Today was the second day I lived in the Watters' house. Therefore, I decided I had to know my "neighbours" well enough to be able to live harmoniously together. If you didn't know, I am a very sociable and friendly person. But how did I know it was a terrible decision to go and be the initiative guy? It was a wrong, wrong decision.

Today's visit with the Watters would also let me get a sense of the house - in case of an emergency, which I hope doesn't happen. 

Firstly, I decided to visit the Master Bedroom. It was a Saturday, so all the Watters were at home. Anyway, from yesterday I knew that Mrs. Watters was a housewife, so she would be at home all the time. I found Mr. Watters in the bedroom, sleeping soundly. Mr. Watters was a very big-sized man. His body was sprawled awkwardly across the whole master bed. I checked my watched. 2.34 p.m. Why was that guy still sleeping? It was afternoon, man! 

I walked over to the bed and, with much effort, climbed onto it. Then, I looked at Mr. Watters with my disapproving look. Then I started chiding him. "Hey, you, why are you sleeping? It's a Saturday afternoon! Shouldn't you be up and awake, having fun with your family? Or at least, down there in the living room? Why are you sleeping, hey?" I knew Mr. Watters couldn't hear me. But I was a very helpful and well, if you really must say, a little busybody. I liked to help others. 

Apparently Mr. Watters wouldn't be able to hear me. But then, Mr. Watters rubbed his sore eyes and struggled to sit up. "Who...Whose there talking?" he asked. I froze. Was he speaking to me? How could...How could he hear me?

"Hello, Diana, is it you? Or Jackson pulling a prank? Or Brianna scolding me for not taking her to the beach today? I know I promised her, but I worked overnight yesterday!" Mr. Watters shouted downstairs.

I had made some interpretations of my own. Diana was Mrs. Watters. Jackson was that teenager who almost squashed me and my furniture yesterday. Brianna was probably his daughter. Yes, that was more like it.. Diana, or Mrs. Watters shouted back (I guessed it from her voice and what she said), "What, Bert? Us talking to you? You must be out of your mind! Jackson's gone out to play soccer again and Brianna's playing with her dolls! Don't remind her of the beach, you idiot! Later she's going to throw her tantrums again!" 

"What? You calling me an idiot?" Bert, or Mr. Watters, muttered to himself. Then, he shook his head and rubbed his forehead. "Am I dreaming? But there was a voice talking to me!" 

I almost fell back in shock. Mr. Watters could hear me! But that was impossible! He wasn't supposed to! My voice should be so short that no human, only little people like me, could hear! I decided to try again. "Hey you big guy! Stop sleeping 'n' go down there and join your family!" I shouted.

"See! There's that voice again!" Mr. Watters mumbled to himself. "It seems to be coming from the bed itself." Mr. Watters stumbled to his knees and started crawling around the bed, trying to find "me". What?! He could hear me?! And he was finding me now? But ha, he would never! I was too small to be seen.

"Where's that voice coming from? It must be from a person, but it isn't Diana, Jackson or Brianna! Who can it be..." Mr. Watters continued mumbling to himself as he searched the bed. I was standing on the left top corner of the bed, grinning in delight.

He would never, ever find me. Well, that was what I thought.

Then, I heard a voice. "Aha!" It was Mr. Watters.

Following, a large hand came from above, going to capture me.

"Ahhh!" I screamed. 

TO FIND OUT WHAT IS MR. RED'S FATE AND WHY MR. WATTERS CAN SEE MR. RED, READ PART TWO OF CHAPTER TWO: THE WATTERS, COMING SOON! VISIT THE BLOG OFTEN TO READ NEW CHAPTERS! ENJOY! 

ONE: NEW HOUSE (PART TWO)

This is Part 2 of Chapter One in the book. Enjoy! We shall continue where we ended last time! This chapter is too long and Part 1 is too short! I'll try better in dividing the chapter in half next time! ^ ^ Hope you like the story!

I was moving up my cupboard when suddenly, I heard loud thuds coming from up the stairs. Instinctively, I looked up. There was a huge giant towering on the top of the stairs. My very smart brain immediately processed the information and I realised that the giant was a human! The Watters! The family I was living with!

When you are a tiny guy and a pair of black boots are going to step on you and your beloved cupboard, what do you do? Run, of course! "Hey, Mum, I'm going out to play soccer with my friends!" the giant shouted. Then, he started running down the stairs.

My natural instincts kicked in. I grabbed my cupboard and started leaping down the stairs at record speed time. Maybe the Book of Little Guys Records may capture this as the fastest time taken to climb down half a flight of stairs. Anyway, the giant was probably excited to play his soccer too, so he was running down the stairs very fast too.

To make things worse, he could run down steps two at a time. My best record was only two steps for one step of stairs. I knew I may not be able to outrun him. But I didn't want me and my cupboard to be crushed under his feet. It seemed that life at the Watters may be exciting - too exciting, maybe.

The giant, well, the teenager, was coming down the stairs at full speed. There was a gigantic ball in his hands. That ball alone could squish me flat. And that guy was going to kick that ball? Wow, size difference. The boy was shouting "Yeah, CrazeBams rock! We're going to win today! Whoohoo!" and jumping down the stairs.

I was already running for my life, yet the shoes were still coming closer and closer to my tiny head. If I didn't act fast enough, I was going to die! What a terrible way to die! "Yeah, CrazeBams, whoohoo!" the guy continued whooping. I was making my way down the second last step when that stupid guy tossed his ball.

The ball was coming down at me at full speed. For a moment, I saw it's beautiful patterns on it. "Black and white!" I shouted to myself. Then, I realised it was going to land on me. "Ahhh! Ball incoming!" I cried, jumping down the stairs.

"Whew, made it!" I said to myself as I landed on the ground just as the ball bounced on the second last step, the step I was previously on. "What a relief! Luckily I'm safe!" The guy was rushing down the steps, trying to pick up his ball. But then, to my surprise, the ball bounced up. 

Towards me. 

"What?!" I screamed out loud. That ball could bounce! I had totally underestimated it. It clearly proved I had to be more "updated" in my Research & Development in Human Behaviour. But then, I had no more time to think of anything already.

Because the ball had leaped into the air, coming right for my furniture in a corner of the house.

"Noooo! Not my furniture!" I screamed. 

I rushed towards the pile of furniture in the corner. The ball was flying towards me and the pile. Then I did something totally unbelievable. I used my leg and kicked it. No, don't tell me that was a stupid thing to do. It actually...worked. The ball didn't, of course, got rammed to the other side of the house, but it fell to the ground and rolled towards the guy who was shocked.

"What...the ball actually stopped in midair and rolled back? Wow..." the guy muttered to himself. The guy picked up the ball and rushed out of the door. I let out a sigh of relief. "Whew, what a close shave..." I muttered to myself. 

I had no more time to lose. Before I got squished by another hazard again. Without anymore further delays, I carried up the furniture to my new home. Luckily, this time there were no more further delays.

After everything was finished, I went up to my house and admired at everything. "Ah, just perfect," I said to myself. The size of my house was just right. The walls were also polished until they were shiny. "I wonder do this family do clean-ups," I wondered out loud as I brushed my hand across the pearly white surface.

I decided that today, I had too much of an adventure. After all, I had just braved near death! Maybe tomorrow I'd start exploring the new house and the neighbourhood.

And now, I just needed a good rest in my bed in my new house. Just perfect. 

ONE: NEW HOUSE (PART ONE)

Hello diary. As you have probably realised, this, is not a normal diary that you have probably heard of or keep yourself. This is more of a casual diary. Away with the formalities with the date, weather and the gross "Dear Diary" starting. Since this is my diary, I shall write it the way I want it to be.

Anyway I had just moved into a new house. The old one was of too poor a quality. My house was literally rusting and moulding! Eeek, those clean people out there you might exclaim. But yes, my house was too messy and too gross to continue living there.

Moreover, the weather there was a little too sunny. There was hardly any rain at all! It was getting on my nerves. I kept feeling that I was a marshmallow on a stick, roasting in the campfire.

I was extremely grateful that I had found a new house. I had been there a few times to do quality checks and stuff and was happy that the house had met all requirements. Constant rainfall, check. Good quality of house, check. Spacious, check. New and clean, check. Withstand of weight, check. Everything was good of my new house and the next day, I abandoned my old one.

I hired SMALL MOVERS to help me move all my furniture to Lemon Street No. 13. The only thing I didn't like about Lemon Street No. 13 was the houses were a bit too spacious. It required me to climb many flights of stairs and my size would prove this task to be very difficult.

I was moving up my cupboard when suddenly...

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