Dear Journal,
I never believed in fairy tales. Never the ones with the trolls, ogres, or even the happily ever afters. Especially, the happily ever afters. I'm not the one to fall in love with a dashing prince. Or meet an ogre, fall in love, marry it, and have three ogre babies.
Okay, I'm getting off task. I do suppose, I do that a lot. I'm quite annoying if I do say so on my own behalf. My point is, is that I'm not the romantic type. I've never believed in Cinderella stories. Nobody has ever felt a spark of enchanting love for me. Not that I would know but, I am quite clueless. Anyway, enough of my babbling. I've moved away, out of state, out of my home town which I've lived for all sixteen years of my life. Those sixteen years have been hell for me. My mom and dad finally grew a pair and decided to report the school I've been going to.
Let's just say I have never been the one to stick up for myself. And apparently never have the teachers at that awful school either. They've seen me being shoved into lockers, thrown in the trash, and even threatened with a switch blade. I had no friends or reliable acquaintances. I was alone.
Ohio, my home state, wasn't all too special to me anyway. None of my family lived here. They all left or died trying. Too old or too depressed to care.
My sob story isn't really exciting. My life isn't very exciting. And neither is my love life. I've never been exactly partial to loving a boy. I know I don't like girls. I'm as straight as a pole. I also know that I haven't interacted with anyone enough to have them as a love interest.
I've always kept to myself. I've always been my own friend. Heck. Even when I was young I was making up imaginary people to talk to; to call my friend. They were more trusting to me then anyone I've ever known. But, I've grown up now. I have no imagination left inside of me, the people at my old school made sure of that.
Moving to Colorado shouldn't be that bad. I'm actually kind of excited to hopefully start over and actuelly meet people. Turn a new leaf as my mom says. I hope I won't mess things up at this school, too.
Anyway, we're heading down to Colorado tonight and since this is my first Journal entry I better end it off on a high note. My twin sister and brother finally fell asleep so now we won't have whiny little brats who cry about being tired, tomorrow.
(ps if anyone finds this Journal just know that I love my brother and sister dearly just they're annoying okay?! They're siblings and siblings are annoying.. aren't they all?)
(pps not sure how often i'm going to write in here, I'm only writing today because my mom thought it would be good to put my thoughts in here instead of building them up and hiding them. Although, it sounds like a nice idea, I plan on finding someone to have as a best friend and have them be my new Journal :))
Okay well..idk how to end a journal entry so..bye ?
-Mavery
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When The Sun Rises
Teen FictionSixteen year old Mavery deals with the inception of moving to a new state and trying to start a new life after spending 10 years of hell at her old school. As a sophomore it meant a lot to finally be moving. After moving into her new house in a new...