Diary of a Regular Girl

Entry #1 -

I'm new to the whole "diary thing, but it know a lot of people start it with a

Dear Diary,

But I just find that dull and unoriginal. And so not me. How about...

'Sup Diary?

... Meh, needs some work.

All horrible openings aside, I think I should let you know about me before I start pouring my heart out into your pages, huh? So, you already know, I'm Roxy Winslet. 15, single, all girls school, fights with my mom, ring a bell? Good. I have two best friends, Jazmyn and Marisole. I love both of them to death, they're the best friends a girl could ask for! I also have a little sister who's name is Scarlett. Not much to say other than she's a little pain-in-the-butt who enjoys tormenting me and hugging me. Odd combo, but she's an odd girl. My mom and I get along just about as well as a teenage daughter and her mother can get. Which is not at all. And my dad and I, surprisingly, are mega close. He's really the only one who understands me in my messed up family. There's my grandparents as well, and my cousins. I mention these people because I see them everyday and are always, basically, forced to stay with them. And for a teenager who's trying to get some freedom and independence, it's the purest of torture for me. Especially since my cousins are much younger than me. Jaime is 12, but acts around 5. And her brother Marco is a spoiled 9 year old, but is quite brilliant if you have the patience to talk to him for more than 5 minutes.The only cousins I can tolerate are Rick, Emily, and Nick. Rick is on my dad's side, and a total beast. Not to mention a total sweet heart when I need him. Emily and Nick are siblings, though they beat each other up on a near daily basis. It's fun to watch, but I don't see them often, since they live in Atlanta. They are like The brother and sister I never had (yes I know I have a sister, no need to remind me.) In general, I try to avoid my family as much as I possibly can. Not because I don't love them (which they seem to think is the reason), but because I need some space and freedom. I'm sure whoever's reading this understands me fully. And I know someone is reading this, don't pretend your not! I don't mind all that much, I don't have much to hide. Unless you're Scarlett. If it's you, I'm so going to kill you.

For all of you who are NOT Scar, you have permission to read this.

What other random but tell tale facts can I give you... Oh yes. I hate tomatoes, but love tomato sauce and ketchup. I wish I had an older brother to protect me (and so that I could see his hot friends. What? I'm a 15 year old girl. Sue me.). If I had a choice between being the famous or not, I would choose not. The paparazzi scares me and I like my private life to remain, well, private. I have a crush, but I doubt he knows I exist. I danced with the most popular boy at St-Marcs, the "brother" school to all school, and got quite a bit of hate because of it. People didn't know we were actually friends before then. Haha. My favorite color is royal purple. I used to play basketball. My middle name is Naomi. I love sushi. And I wish I had a dog.

I think by now you should know quite a bit about me, Diary. Ew, I can't believe I'm adressing you like you're an actually person. Let's give you a name. Like Sara. That way I can make myslef believe that I'm writing this whole thing to someone instead of basically talking to myself. Damn, reading back on that last sentence made me sound slightly insane... Oh well, this is my personal and PRIVATE diary. No one is going to read it!

So Sara, now that we are well aquainted, I thik I may finally be able to tell you about my life. But since its well past midnight and I'm sleeping in a tent, outside, when there's a huge thunderstorm, I think I'm gonna stop writing and hide my head under a pillow and hope (pray) this thing passes soon. I'll explain what's going on soon. Bye!

Xoxo, Roxy