Diary of a Loner

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Sunday,
August 13, 2015

Dear diary,
I'm not doing this. I feel incredibly stupid sitting in my bed and writing in a little book. You know they make mental patients do this, right?

Plus, it's 2015! What kind of dork still writes in a diary? Well, Me, apparently.

I was sitting in my bed, watching Pretty Little Liars, and my mom calls me down stairs. I knew something was up the moment I got down there.

She was acting giddy and happy, and was biting her lip to maintain a serious face. She handed me a small box.

"This is it!!" I was thinking. "My mom finally got me a phone!" It seemed light enough, AND the box wasn't too big. I smiled as I asked what was inside, secretly already knowing.

"Well.." she said. "Since we just moved here, and your starting 9th grade soon, I wanted to get you something to put your feelings into; communicate your emotions."

I had a stupid smile plastered on my derpy face. How do you communicate emotions? With a phone!! I was positive she got me a phone. I crossed my fingers behind my back that it was a SmartPhone.

I began simply nodding at whatever she was saying and tuning her out. I didn't care what she had to say at this point.. I'm getting a phone! I began to think of all the apps and games I would get on it, and how many peoples numbers I would get.

I was snapped back to reality when I heard my mom tell me to "Open it, already!" She smiled from ear to ear. "I hope you like it."

I grinned and tore open the wrapping, excited to feel the cool glass of the screen.

However, I frowned a bit when I saw that it was not a phone inside, but actually a little book. I decided not to give up hope, and started flipping through the pages of the book. Maybe my mom just got one of those really thin models.

Sadly, I figured out that there was no phone in there... instead my mom had given me a book, with a sparkly cover and pen to match.

Then I realized that this book was blank! So my mom didn't get me a phone, but she got me a BLANK BOOK?!

I became a little annoyed and looked at my mom, who seemed very pleased with herself.

"Do you like your new diary?!" She asked me excitedly.
DIARY?! I'm about to be fourteen! Why would I ever write in a diary.

I didn't want to be rude, so I just gave my mom a halfhearted smile and gritted my teeth.

"Thanks mom, I love it!" I had said. But what I actually wanted to say was more along the lines of
"MOM! I'M A TEENAGER! WHY WOULD YOU GET ME A STUPID LITTLE BOOK THAT I HAVE TO SHARE ALL MY PERSONAL THOUGHTS WITH?!?"

Of course, I just said that in my head, but quickly ran up the stairs before I ripped my hair out in front of my mom.

"Glad you like it, baby!" She screamed up the stairs. I replied by slamming ny door and crawling into my bed.

I screamed into my pillow as loud as I could. I didn't think others could hear my screams, but I was mistaken.

My brother Jake banged on the wall of his room, which was right next to mine.

"Shut Up, Rose!" My brother yelled through the walls. He has a loud voice that hurts my ears, despite being two years younger than me.

I groan and get off my bed, stepping on this thing which I had previously thrown on the floor. I picked it up and here I am writing in it.

JUST FOR THE RECORD.. I am never writing in this again... maybe if something really crazy happens to me...then MAYBE!

I feel like such an idiot with this thing.
OMG! Can you imagine if I took it to SCHOOL and somebody found it!!

I'd just DIE OF EMBARRASSMENT!

Well, screw this, I've been writing for an hour and it's actually getting dark out. I'm pretty sure I have dinner soon but either way, I'm gonna stop for today... hopefully forever...

Yea I'm not going to bother with an outro, so goodbye.

-Rose