Dear Diary,
Fuck. I thought freshman year would be easy. So far, no one has tried to talk to me...Besides teachers of course.
My mom called me a pussy for bringing my journal to school. Ha!
Says the woman who talks to her lucky spork.
It's not like I'm looking to get involved in anyone's drama...But a friend or two would be nice.
Whatever.
*Bell Rings*
Out of nowhere this really tall chic just slammed me into my locker.
"Oh, Gosh. I'm sorry. Sorry...Um, my ba-." She said.
"It's okay. I was in your way." I said.
(I clearly wasn't.)
"No, you weren't. I was in a rush. I'm Ally by the way."
"I'm Maggie."
*Warning bell*
"Nice to meet you. I'll see you...Later I guess." Ally said.
"K. Bye," I said.
She's nice.
