The Diary That Changed Lives

Day One: 4/6/15

Dear Diary,

Right now I'm babysitting. And William (Will) is throwing crackers at me. Today is the last day of spring break, and I still have to take a math test and do my homework. Blah. In three days I'll be turning fourteen, and I'm not really excited about it. Okay, so maybe I am a little, but I think I'm more excited about Friday and the 18th than about this Thursday.

Anyways, I quit writing in my last journal, mostly because I was tired of tearing out pages and then shoving them into an envelope into the water-meter hole in my wall. It gets kinda tiring after a while, and kinda depressing. I mean, I miss the days when I used to bring my journal just about everywhere and not have to worry about anybody reading it. Don't get me wrong, I bet people will still try to read it, but at least my entries are somewhat organized. My old journal in the wall has entries all mixed up in a duct tape envelope. What's the point in that? So today I found this journal and decided to use it. Anyway, I won't be writing for much longer- I still want to go randomly dance and put the stereo on full blast while Will is playing/sleeping. So more later,
Lily

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Dear Diary,

Something is seriously screwing with my brain.

It's about 11PM, and I can't sleep. On  minute I'll be thinking about nothing, drifting to sleep and the next I suddenly want to clean my room. So now my room's clean and I keep emailing my best friend, Christina, despite  how late it is.

I'm crazy.

Okay, fine. I'm thinking about Tyler. Part of me wonders if what my mom said was right and the other doesn't really know what to believe. But I know one thing for sure: I don't like Joey. Mom says Tyler really wants to believe I like his friend so that I "won't like him anymore," but no matter how bloody hard I try, I can't get over Tyler. Why did I send him those "love letters?" A) I like him a lot. B) I was reading Princess Diaries at the time, and I guess I believed I'd get a "happily ever after" or something. Ugh. I can really be stupid sometimes. Gold thing I won't be writing anymore about love letters in this journal-- all that crap is all in my old one, which most people (I hope) think is a pile of ashes.

Katherine and I lied to them and said we burned it. It's probably best everyone thinks that-- I added a few entries in there that should be left unread. (Maybe I should burn it.)

Thursday and Friday (2nd and 3rd of April) were really fun though. I wrote about it in my old journal, but I'm still really happy about it. The nerf war was a blast, though, like I said, Tyler so had the advantage. Whether he knew it or not, I didn't really want to hurt him, even if it was just a Thunderbolt arrow. I still have the biggest crush on him. (WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE SO HOT, SWEET, FUNNY, AND CUTE????)

Since I tell my mom everything, she's usually the one who has to hear about Tyler on a daily basis. When Tyler came over, she saw him from the window. She says she's surprised I like him since apparently he's "Justin-Bieber like," and has a "cocky attitude." AHHH HE DOES NOT LOOK LIKE DUMB BIEBER!! As for the "attitude," doesn't every teen have one? I mean, really!

Okay, so anywho, to right after William was still playing and I put the stereo on full blast and danced with my sisters-- I put on pj's I normally wear to bed when I know my dad is going to put the heat on full blast-- a pair of shorty-shorts and a bra. That's all. (Plus it really annoys my sister Emy when I walk around with a bra on and no shirt.) So the stereo's on full blast, and all us are having fun and dancing, (Even Will.) and that's when my parents got home.

Shit.

My mom has caught me dancing and singing loudly (embarrassing) before. She's also seen me in a bra. But never both at the same time. So, naturally, she's going to ask me what the he'll I'm doing.

"Um. I'm dancing. What does it look like?"

"In just your bra?! Put a shirt on!"

...So I took that opportunity and bolted downstairs. While I was putting on my shirt, though, I was banging my head on a brick wall in my mind. Blah. Well, at least it wasn't my dad who walked in first. That would've been REALLY weird.

What did I do when I went back upstairs? While mom was playing with Will, I said, "Now you know how sexy I am in a bra." My mom laughed. Well, that's one problem fixed. A very dumb one, but still.

Tomorrow school's back. Damnit- I STILL have a TON of homework to do. And it's really late. Wait- I have study hall tomorrow.

Ha. Like I ever accomplish anything in study hall anyway. I'm too busy trying to glance at Tyler. I get about 3 problems done because I lose focus easily. And whenever I'm near Tyler, I feel like I need to go run, move, or something. It takes everything in me to stay still or concentrate on those math problems. What is WRONG with me?! Dad calls it "boy crazy" and "hot-to-trot." That's what my nickname is now haha. "Hot-To-Trot." My dad can be "funny." I'm still pissed at him though.

Anywho (I write that too much), I need to sleep so I don't fall asleep in science class or something tomorrow. I mean, I already take naps in science anyway, so I guess it wouldn't really matter anyway. Okay- so I need to sleep to look at Tyler in study hall. There. I wouldn't want to fall asleep with him there- I drool when I sleep. And sleep talk. That would suck for Tyler to have to see that. Eh. I see the image already- drool all over the table with random words coming out of my mouth. Ugh. That would more than suck. That would end whatever social life I did have.
Lily