August 22nd, 2017
I've always liked writing; yeah I guess you could say that. A friend of mine recommended I take up journaling. So here I go, talking to the void. My name is Hannah Forest. I'm 18, and in less than a week I'll be starting school at Julliard for dance. I never in a million years thought I would get in. They only take 12 girls, so it's insane to think someone saw that spark in me. Coming to New York has been a dream so far. Growing up in Charlottesville, Virginia I've always been sheltered by my parents. I think I learned more about life during my first night here than I did in my 18 years of being alive.
My roommate, Indra is also in the program so we've been psyching ourselves up through energy drink induced all-nighters. I've been told on many occasions that we should save those for the school year. The juiciest part of coming to New York has got to be all those mysterious, handsome strangers. On my second night here Indra and I went to this little café on Broadway. Let's just say a very cute man may have slipped me his number, and I can confirm we are going on a date! I think Indra is tired of my constant gushing, so I should probably let some of it out here. He has these warm hazel eyes, and his dirty blonde hair seemed to glow in the sun.
Okay, I know I sound like a boyband obsessed preteen right now but what, I liked what I saw. I'm currently writing this in bed and it's nearly 2 am, so I should get some sleep. We'll see how long this journal thing lasts. Goodnight!
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Porcelain
Mystery / ThrillerThis is the story of Hannah Forest told through her private journal. After getting into a prestigious Newyork ballet school, things go south, her boyfriend isn't the handsome gentleman she thought he was.
