DEAR DIARY,
I can't believe it. I mean, I technically can since I'm sitting inside my dream school at this very moment but still, when I was giving the entrance exam, I thought I had messed up. Now I know why those people online say that it doesn't matter if you mess this up because it's the kind of exam everyone fucks up. You always have a chance, especially if you're good at what you do, which I am. I'm rank two in dance this year, which is a big thing because that means I'm above the majority of students around me. So, I may not be the top scorer but I think being ranked 24 in the entire year is not half bad, you know?
Well, if it was her giving the exam, she would've aced it without doubt. I'm jealous of her sometimes. The confidence she carries, the skills she's honed to make me think that it's all natural—it's pretty annoying. But, well, what can I do about that? Some people are born to make history and she might be one of them after all. Anyways, it doesn't matter. It's me who's at Redville, not her, so I'm not going to ruin this experience by thinking about her. I'll get pissed if I keep this up and when I'm pissed, it doesn't help anyone.
There's a welcome party tonight and I'm pretty excited about it. I haven't been to a high school party before. It's all those posh business parties my dad took me to. My roommate [REDACTED] seems like the kind of person who's been a wild party animal for the most part. But I've learnt not to judge a book by it's cover so we'll see how this goes. Right now, I don't even know her name.
We'll see how this goes.
I mean, I know how this is all going to go.
And I can't wait for it.
Signing out now.
See ya<3
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AMBER EYES (rewrite)
Dla nastolatkówRedville Academy Of Arts. One of the most prestigious boarding schools in the entire world where competition is as fierce as it can be. A place for genius' and the best of the best to polish their skills. A place with an unusual point system where b...
