"Shyness is an illness something as small as having thoughts about not doing something you planned can erupt into a malignant disease corrupting your mind, body, and soul until you turn into a person unsure of their own thoughts. Make sure you always speak your mind and don't be that shy kid who never speaks their mind and is therefore forgotten, after all everyone has something to say, whether big or small."
Well, that's a load of bullsh*t, but apparently my teacher wasn't getting the hint even though most of our class were either falling asleep or making out in the back of the class. I'm Carrie by the way, and I'm what people call the 'queen-bee' of Eastwood high.
Shyness just means you're insecure, and I've never had that problem...although some people do say I'm a little too talkative, but hey, it's better than not talking at all right? Which brings me to Amelia. The one person who was actually paying attention to Mrs Wright. She's the complete opposite to me, I mean she doesn't talk to anyone, and hyperventilates whenever she feels a little out of her comfort zone.
Anyway, I'm only writing in this damn diary because I have nothing better to do in English lessons. My mom used to tell me to write in a diary as a kid to control the anger I felt when my dad left us.
I just caught Jake making oogly eyes at Stefanie, doesn't he know that she's taken? Oh yeah that's another thing I do, I set people up with each other, kinda like a matchmaking service for free. Might i say, I'm pretty good, with a success rate of over 80%. Yeah I actually worked that out, but let's just say I have a lot of time on my hands.
I'm not quite sure what to write in this diary, I just know when i saw it in the little antique shop across the road from my house, I had to get it. I mean I just couldn't resist it, the soft velvety cover was almost as intriguing as the fingerprint activated lock. I'm all about secrets. It's what brings people together, but it can also end the very best of friendships.
