The diary of Jean Carlson

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Jean Is just an ordinary girl living the best time of her life in eight grade. Having the bested friends you could ever think of. Until... Summer came. Summer was terrific until her father got a new job out of the state! going from Minnesota to Colorado! Going to a new school!?! As a high schooler?!? Could things get any worse? May she meet a new best friend or a new enemy?

Jeans forhead sweated as she packed her things furiously. " Can't believe this! Why me?" kept entering her subconcious. She picked up her dog fluffles and put him in a cage. " Mom let's go!" She yelled angry. "Coming!" Her mom said joyfully with grace! As they went in their car Jean looked out her window as they passed by their friends house. Wait.. Not past it. Into the driveway! "Mom what are you doing" she said irritatedly. " You will see!" Mother said in an eager tone. The family got out of the car as mother softly touched her clammy hands on the doorbell. Ms. Sorane opened the door without a word. Just showing them the way to the back yard. Jean was turned around to the houses direction, as she turned to the back yard a " WE WILL MISS YOU!" was yelled by all of her friends!

"Wow you guys are the best! I wish i didn't have to leave!" She shouted. Jean had the best time swimming, jumping on the trampoline, eating cake. But that all ended when her father dismissed then from the party to go to the airport. Jean went to her best friend Lexi and hugged her like no tommorow. " Hey, Ju-Just text me." Lexi tried saying confidently. As Jean was in the car looking at the stars a tear began to fall. She fell asleep dreaming of the worst dream possible. Getting bullied, having no friends, and at the end, commiting suicide. She woke up in shock and stood staring around as her blurry vision started to fade. When she started to see cleary and wasn't groggy she could see she was at the airport.

"What time is it dad?" She mumbled. " 3:00am " He said happily " PA-PA-PSH WHAT! I thought it only took three hours to get there!" she said annoyed " Traffic honey, it's traffic. Well we are here!" They got their suitcases and went to the plane.

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