It's a new school year and John Relpt finds himself in middle school where undersized weaklings share the hallways with kids who are taller, meaner and already shaving.
Well, here's the thing: this isn't a diary, it's a journal. Yes, I know what it says on the cover, but it's wrong. When my mum went to buy this thing, I SPECIFICALLY told her not to buy what said journal, and yet here we are. What happened to some idiot who saw me with this thing?
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The other thing I want to clear up right away is that this was mom's idea, not mine.
I'm only doing this because one day when I'm rich and famous, I'll have better things to do than answer stupid questions.
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Like I said, I'll be famous one day, but for now, I'm stuck in middle school with a bunch of morons.
And let me tell you, but man, I don't know WHAT is up with girls these days. It used to be a whole lot simpler back in elementary school. The deal was if you were the fastest runner in your class, you got all the girls. In the fifth grade, the fastest runner was Utter Fating.
Nowadays, it's a whole lot more complicated. Now it's about the kind of clothes you wear or how rich you are or if you have a cute butt or whatever. And kids like Ronnie McCoy are scratching their heads, wondering what the heck happened.
The most popular boy in my grade is Damian Towel. The thing that stinks is that I have always been into girls, but kids like Bryce have only come around in the last couple of years.
I remember how Bryce used to act back in elementary school.
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