Dear Diary:
I am freaking out right now. You ever realize that you have to stop procrastinating? It's Friday and on Monday I have to go to my first day at High school. HIGH SCHOOL. The place where bullies thrive and musicals drive. Heh, that rymes. Anyways, my heart rate is spiking thinking about it, though I'm not sure which part scares me the most.
Will I finally get a Boyfriend? (middle school was a wasteland of stinky sports lovers.) Will I get caught up in a love triangle like in the movies? I'm so excited and anxious at the same time! Though I don't know how to deal with the bullies. Maybey I should bring a pocket knife. Just kidding, lol.
Anyways, my mom is taking me out to buy school supplies. I'm not to sure why she decided to wait this late, but at least I'm getting them.
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Alright so we returned from shopping and I must say, my collection of composition notebooks is look well... plain. But, here's my plan: I'm going to decorate the book with an assortment of skulls, zombies, and kittens. I love kittens. It'll be my little project!
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I finished. It looks awsome. the haters gonna hate because I'm the next bob-ross. When bob-ross slaps that brush against his painting stand, I get a little tingle above my ear. Its so relaxing. Anyways, now that my notebooks are suffecintly decorated, I can go back to my inner crisis. High school is starting in two days (or three if you count today). I'm so worried that I wont make friends or I'll do something akward or rip out a fart in the middle of class- I'm scared. Thats the undeniable truth. I should mention the fact that I haven't ate in like four hours so it's not helping my situation.
I wanna look my best for school, so I'm going to buy all the trendy clothes and accesories. Only problem is that I'm flat out broke. I spent this weeks allowance on beetoos and aterade. I gotta watch my weight for my future boyfreind. UwU. Anyways, time to beg mom for money. If that doesn't work, fathers up next, lol.
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Update: Mission failed. we'll get 'em next time. Mom said she didn't have the money and my father said ask my mother. What kind of ping pong is this father? You weren't my real father anyways- *looks blissfully into the sunset* haha, my humor can't be understood by the likes of normal human beings. Uh oh, my glasses are fogging up. How? is my breath that deadly?
Anyways since I failed at retreiving the package, I'm gonna sell something. What am I gonna sell? d r u g z. Jk, XD. I'm not sure. I'll have to sneak out though, because my parents are always wanting to know where I am. Ugh, so annoying.
Time to start brainstorming.
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Alright, I've finally came up with an Idea after minutes of racking my brain saying: "your only useful for reading love stories!". I'm going to sell little rubber band bracelets. each rubber band is gonna be a diffrent color. This is gonna take a while, but I must do it! (for my reputation at school.)
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It's been an hour, and I've only been able to make three. It's pretty annoying I was only able to knock out that many, but I'll have to deal with it.
I'm gonna sneak out the house via window. Luckily, My room is on the first floor. My window leads to an alleyway, and that leads to the main road. from there I'll got to the local calmart, and try to sell to people who are getting into their cars. Wish me luck, diary.
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MAYDAY MAYDAY WE HAVE A REALLY BAD SITUATION. One of my middle school bullies caught me trying to sell my beatiful delectible, rainbow products for a low low price of only 9.99 cent zero dollars shipping if you buy today. Anyways, she slapped my products on the floor, and then a car came by and ran it over. Karma doesn't exsist, btw.
She then proceded to call me names like "Nerd" "Living Worm" and "Bannana hair". The last one was just ridicoulous and I almost laughed after she said it, but I kept it in. Luckily, I'm not like the other "Nerds" Aint no cheerleading chick with daddy issues gonna keep me down. So i did what any brave soul would do, and ran away like Usain Bolt, and akwardly hoped fences as the raging gorrila behind me followed. Its geuinunly suprising how good she was at it. I guess the absurd amount of middle school parties on beaches forces the skill on one, lol. Anyways I ran into a crowd caused by a plublic concert, and hoped she wouldn't follow.
Uh-oh I gotta blast mom's calling me down for dinner she'll get suspicious if I take to long gotta go cya later diary!
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Liliana's Diary
HumorLalina's a Outgoing teenager starting her first year of high school. Follow the story as she deals with unconventional love triangles. bullies, and parental issues. Read to get a love story where school food is twice as delicious and the 'bad boys'...
