I waved my friends goodbye after our mini movie marathon and head upstairs to get ready for bed. I brushed my teeth and slipped into my pyjamas. I grab my journal and decide to add in an entry.
Dear Journal,
Today was, well, a day. My first period was religion, second was art, third was gym and fourth was math. I didn't make any new friends and I don't want to anyway. I love my girls, Taylor and Abby. Abby was going through a new phase, punk rock and it looks really good so far. Miss.Wilbur, has been my art teacher for all of my high school career so I know this years art class will be great. Mr.Green is my gym teacher, I've never had him, but his wife was my elementary school teacher. I'm assuming that if they are married then he also must be a nice guy. My math teacher, Mrs.Sestak, is pretty strict, but I've heard she's nice to good students. My religion class, well isn't the best. I have Mrs.Young, who is a nice teacher, but the students not so much. I have Abby to keep me sane, but she can't keep out all the skids and brainless jocks and cheerleaders from my life. But the worst kid of all is Elijah. He calls himself Eli and thinks it's okay to talk back to the teacher. He dresses in all black, probably smells like cigarettes and homeless people and thinks it's okay to say my butt is flat. Long story short, he's a douchebag. Anyway journal, wish me good luck with senior year, AKA my death.
09.03.16
I love keeping journals, I find that one day when I die this is the best way the world can honour me. They'll find my journal put it in a museum and create a whole exhibit on me.
"Joey", my mom knocks on my door.
"Yeah mom", I reply.
"I just wanted to let you know tomorrow morning Michael and I are heading out at 7:00 instead of 8:30 because of his soccer try outs."
"Okay mom."
"So when you make yourself breakfast don't forget to turn off whatever you're using."
"Okay mom, I'll make sure I turn off the cereal", I say jokingly.
"Haha very funny, love you sweetheart."
"Love you too mom." When she left I tuck my journal back under my mattress and slip under the covers. I do not want to think about what tomorrow may bring.
