Lacey

Chapter 4

Lacy's Diaries: July X, 2023

Dear Diary,

Looks like this is my first entry. At least, here. I kept a diary when I was 13, but I eventually forgot about it.

For the longest time, I felt diaries were childish. They seemed like these things that airheaded teens hid away from their parents, so they could freely write about their love lives or stupid gossip.

But my therapist Dr. Green recommended journaling to help process my mental health issues, so here I am.

I'll start with an introduction. My name is Lacy - or as the online world knows me as, Lacey. I'm fresh out of grade 12 and my birthday's May 11th. I haven't skipped or been held back any grades. You do the math for my age.

I look like an older version of Mary Lennox from The Secret Garden. Medium blonde, olive skinned, femme. The last one is more of a present tense, as I switch into a more masculine look on other days.

I applied to a journalism program at the University of Toronto. They accepted, which is cool. What's not cool? Driving an hour each day because I can't pay for an apartment in the main city. It is what it is, though.

My free time outside of hobbies is spent writing articles for my Lacey Hannah profile on Medium. If not that, promoting myself on Twitter or YouTube. I hardly have any followers, though. The most is 67 followers on my Twitter.

As much as people insist I don't, I do have a few friends. There's Dina Chang, a straight haired brunette who has been my best friend and only one from childhood. She's the exact opposite of me. I'm a punk nerd who's also into anime. She's an acro dancer and gymnast. Well, at least she was. She's currently going into the same journalist program I am in September in hopes of a more stable job.

Another friend of mine is a brown guy named Otto Singh. He's technically 2 years older. However, he spent 2 years in a coma anyways, so neither Dina nor I feel the age gap. Somewhat introverted, he's an artist at heart. He can draw and paint in almost every style imaginable - realistic, animesque, cartoonish. Unlike Dina and I, he's heading to the Yale School Of Art.

We don't let our differences get between us. It hasn't been particularly easy for any of us to make friends outside of each other anyways. Otto's rather shy. Dina had too busy of a schedule to have a proper social life until it was too late. Me? I'm honestly not sure.

Sincerely,

Lacy Hanna-Azarian

The Next Day

Dina suggested to me today to sign up for a publication's editor team. I was rather reluctant. Editing hundreds of stories each day sounded exhausting. But then Otto came up with another idea. Fill out the application form to see if the team would accept you, but politely decline if they do. That didn't seem too bad.

After scrolling the Internet for a bit, I stumbled across a music publication on Medium: the aptly named Music Refined. After going through the recent editor request article, I went to the actual application. I also quickly joined the Discord server.

The first few questions were fairly normal. They asked for basic information like username, experience in writing, other socials. There were also questions about experience in both writing and music.

But then came a long sludge of brainteasers and random fluff. What would you do if monkeys tortured you as you rushed to meet a deadline? Which famous guitarist would be the Governor of New York and why? Compare your Enneagram assessment to this picture.

After spending the weekend trudging through the good and ugly, I finally submitted the form.

Whew, I thought to myself. 

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