Dear Diary

Daisy

Dear Diary,

Here's what happened today.

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I hastily climbed into my seat on the bus for the very first day of the second semester. This day represents new beginnings and new people. This day is when we forget last semester and everything that came with it. Grades, mean people, and boring events that we spent our precious money and time on, things like that. I'm really excited for the new people part of this year.

After about 15 minutes, the bus was stopped in front of my school, and the doors opened with a machine-like exhale. Lucky me has his seat all to himself, so I quickly pulled on my pale teal backpack, and clamored out the bus and towards a fresh start.

It didn't take long for me to reach my homeroom since the classes don't change in the second semester, (obviously). I greet my teacher then sit in the front of the class, right next to the teacher's desk. I like sitting near the teacher because it makes it really easy to ask questions when I need help.

Other kids soon start to pile into the classroom and find their seats. I then see Cameron walk in with Dylan, and without even a single glance my way, they sit closest to the door. Some friends. After enough time, the seats next to me are filled up with the typical quiet kid, Vince, and the typical homophobic guy, Brayden. That's a little disappointing, I was hoping the new kid could sit next to me.

Once class starts, about everyone is there and Mr. Cliame, the world's worst history teacher, starts to teach. Halfway into class, the door swings open, and a kid standing in the middle of two administrators is waiting there with an unimpressed look. Everyone, including Mr. Cliame, stops what they're doing and looks up.

"Hey." The kid furrows his eyebrows slightly, almost as if annoyed.

Then like clockwork, Mr. Cliame speaks up. "Oh, you must be the new student." He concludes with a blank face, and certainly never a smile. "Well come to the front and introduce yourself, young man."

He stuffs his hands in the pockets of his black, baggy, ripped jeans before walking to the front of the class. "Uhm, I'm Andrés." He stated with his eyes looking at nothing and no one in particular. His eyes were intimidating, but interesting. They seemed to be a bright amber, almost yellow like a demon's. Like the sun. Actually, everything about him seems interesting. His tan, light brown skin catching light from the window perfectly. His shiny and curly black hair that fell in ringlets around his head. His style, the grey tank top with a barely blurred out 'Fuck' printed on it, and a beaded bracelet. He had to be at least 5'6. Damn.

His voice was smooth and much deeper than mine, but not like a grown man, (What did you expect?) His was unlike to Mr. Cliame's, who's was rough, yet quiet and annoying. And it got more and more annoying every time he talked, "Don't be shy, tell us more."

Andrés, (Guess his name wasn't just a rumor), turned away slightly to roll his eyes where the teacher couldn't see it. "I moved here from California, and I turned fourteen a week ago." When some kids snickered quietly, he felt the need to clarify. "I wasn't held back, you Fuucc-" For the first time ever, I saw Mr. Cliame glare at someone. "I meant, fun student. I just joined school later than normal." His eyes narrowed at the kids who laughed.

Cameron's hand raised, "Were you born in mexico?" Andrés' eyes almost widened with incredulity, but I figured by this point he shows no emotion besides annoyance. And with Cameron's question, I can't believe I'm friends with such an idiot.

"No, I was born in Cali." Cameron made a little 'oh' noise, and went back to talking with Dylan.

Mr. Cliame then spoke as he sat down at his desk, "Alright, Andris, you may take a seat now." Andrés gave a very displeased look before heading to a seat in the back of the class.