Dear Dairy

September 20, 2015 ( Sunday)

Dear Diary,

I have some news, my dad is having a job interview in 2 weeks, and if he gets the job, I am going to California and would be living there. I always wanted to go there, but not now, I just realized that I have amazing friends and I don't want to leave them like in New York. These people are my real friends and they weren't fake, they proved that at the mall. So, my birthday was yesterday and I invited 7 people and only 4 showed up ( including me in the 4 and 7) anyway, one was being a bitch to me and my other friend so we ditched her a couple of times , at first it was as a joke but as she go meaner, the longer we would leave her. I do feel bad but she was the reason the party stunk at first. So she left early and all three of us hung out, we were going to have a sleepover at friends house but one couldn't make it so it was me and this other person, we stayed 30 minutes longer because her mom was late, at that time we were there, we were siting at the tiny things for kids but it was a car and I saw some cute boys our age and I thought one went to our school so we ran to a corner and there was only one way the get out, it was like a square shaped so yea and they sat in the middle of the floor, so my friend pretending that her mom called and we started leaving causal but then the guys got up and started following us, exactly the same, so I turned my head and I saw them was like 8 feet behind us and my friend and I felt creep out, so we ran as fast as we could to a store where they wouldn't find us ( Sears) and waited there for 5 minutes until we felt it was safe, then we were careful to watch for them and started walking around the mall again, then we had a sleepover and at night, we would run in front of this house and scream really loud because those neighbors suck and their son in 8th grade kicked a 4th grade in the ribs so yea, at one point we thought we saw these people walking around with blankets trying to cover something. Anyways, besides that, my parents might get divorced. I have to go. Bye

~Sophia