Just Friends

Leigh

Dear Diary,

   I don’t even know why I’m writing this. Except that my friend said that it was fun.. But frankly, it feels like homework. And I kinda feel like I’m talking to myself, which is kind of scary. I know I’m pretty weird, but I’m not crazy. At least I hope I’m not. Hahaha.. So I don’t really know how these “diary entries” work but I guess I’ll start with how my day was. IT WAS A NIGHTMARE. My last day of summer before going to a new school. Yup, that’s right, I’m gonna be the new girl again. My life officially sucks. So I spent the whole day moping over the fact that I’d have to make new friends all over again. Not that I wasn’t used to it. Having parents that had to travel around the world for business was like that. But this time, I’m staying, because this time, it’s BOARDING SCHOOL. I guess I forgot to mention that earlier. Oh well, it’s 9:30 and I haven’t packed yet. Till next time diary! If I survive the move that is..

I put my brand new diary away knowing that this might be the last time I’d ever write in it. Oh well, we’ll just have to see. I was just about to start packing when I was so rudely interrupted by a shrill voice.

“Leigh!! Have you finished packing??”

“No not yet!”

“Well hurry up! You’re mother put me in charge and I don’t want to get in trouble for your irresponsibility”

“Yeah yeah..” Geez.. Couldn’t she relax? That was Mrs Kimball, the lady my parents hired to keep an eye on us when they were away, which was pretty much all the time. She kind of drove me crazy every time she bossed me around—which was practically all the time.

                I hate packing. I’m absolutely terrible at it but whatever. As long as I had everything I needed, who cared if my suitcase was a mess? So I practically dumped my closet in my huge suitcase and tossed in anything else that I might need. After what felt like hours of packing, I had 2 ginormous suitcases and 3 normal sized ones. That seemed like a lot, but I just couldn’t bear to leave my favorite clothes behind. Despite that, my closet wasn’t even close to empty. Goodbye clothes. L

                I looked at my digital clock and realized it was almost midnight. Darn! I’d better get to bed if I wanted to get up on time. Steve, the family driver, would take me to the school at 8am. I jumped into my comfy bed and prepared myself for another night full of tossing and turning.

*Alarm sounds*

                Ughhh.. I checked the time and it was already 6:30. I didn’t get nearly enough sleep, and worrying about this new school didn’t help me fall asleep last night either. I stood up and decided to get ready.

                Oh my gosh. I freaking love my shower. I could stand here all day with the hot water pouring down on me and the smell of my favorite soup wafting around. But sadly, all good things come to an end, and I found myself stepping out of the shower and starting to get dressed. Hmmmm.. What to wear? This was such a hard decision, because first of all, I wanted to make a good first impression, but then again, I didn’t wanna look like I was trying too hard. I’m such a girl sometimes.. It bothers me.. Don’t get me wrong or anything, I’m no girly girl, I hate skirts and I have no interest in make-up whatsoever, I just liked awesome clothes. I finally decided on wearing black skinny jeans and a flowy, purple top belted at the waist with my favorite silver ballet flats. I grabbed my bag and my phone and headed downstairs for breakfast. I smell bacon. Yummm..

“Hey sis! Bye sis! Good luck at your new school!”

                I turned around just in time to see my older sister Sandra hurry off to work, her long black hair a mess of waves. She and I had few things in common, but lack of punctuality was definitely one of them. We looked alike, or so they said, but I didn’t see it. My dimple was deeper on the left, hers on the right. And I was about 4 inches taller than her 5’2” despite that fact that she was 4 years older than my 17. Sure, we both had long wavy hair, but while hers was black, mine was a dark shade of brown. I guess we had the same natural tan, chocolate brown eyes framed by dark lashes, and eyebrows that arched elegantly, but that was it. Come to think about it, I guess we did kind of look alike, heck, we were even wore the same size clothes!