Dear Diary,
Okay, okay. It's cheesy. But what else am I supposed to say? "Hello, World"? "Dear Journal"? "Sup. *head nod*"?
Any ideas? Before we totally begin, let me tell you a bit about myself:
My name is Abigail Grace. (I'm not going to give out my last name for safety purposes.) I am the oldest of 6 kids and we all homeschool. My dreams for life include getting married and starting a family, becoming a successful screenwriter and director, and meeting the cast of Marvel's "Avengers".
So yea. I'm a Marvel SUPERFAN who plays guitar and writes while trying to finish her math curriculum before August. (Don't judge, calculating the circumference of a circle using pi is tricky and algebra is hard!)
Right now, as I'm writing this, it's exactly 4:14 pm. I recently got back from helping at my best friend's mom's day camp. My best friend, Kyra is at her own summer camp right now, so it was just me there. It was kinda awkward, but I had fun.
Don't EVER say Nebraska is just cold. Today it got to like 86 degrees and it was extremely humid. Great, huh? My hair frizzed out more than Einstien's!
Before I continue, I just want you guys to know there might be times I rant on here. But if you don't like it, skip to the next part if there is one. This is a safe place for EVERYONE. If you don't support something that someone else believes in, don't be rude about it! If you ask a friend to pick either pickles or peanuts, and they pick peanuts, you wouldn't hate them for it, would you?
Thanks for reading!!
love,
Abi
(also, sorry for the short entry)
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Days Go By
Non-FictionThe online diary of an aspiring writer. All stories in this are completely true unless otherwise noted. Hey, y'all! My name is Abigail. I'm 13 years old and live in Nebraska. I am the oldest of 6 kids, and we all homeschool! Before you say I'm luck...
