Dear Diary, it's me again. Amy.

Chapter 1; the first day.

Chapter 1

The first day

“Good morning class.” Was the first thing I heard on January 28th, my first day of grade 7 at Millbrook middle school. That’s right. It’s the middle of the school year and I just got here. It wasn’t my idea of course. My dad just had to switch locations again, didn’t he?  Well anyway I’m stuck here in Millbrook, Alabama. I’m from New York and I really didn’t look forward to Millbrook. My birthday is May 14th and I was planning my birthday party to be in New York, where all my friends are, but now I’m stuck in Alabama.

“Students, this is our new class member, Amy Oliven.” Our teacher announced when the bell rang. Everyone started whispering. I think I heard someone say my shoes were weird. “Why don’t you go sit in between Adrienne and Addison.” she said. I looked at the two girls sitting quietly. They looked nice enough. I clutched my bag and walked to the back of the room. I sat down right in between them, and the girl on the left said “Hi, I’m Addison. Where are you from?”  She had blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. Big green eyes where the first things I noticed when I saw her. “I’m from New York.” I replied. “I like your hair.” said the other girl, Adrienne. I had brown hair that was just longer than Addison’s. It had blonde streaks in it. I got them when my friend from New York took us to the salon. I looked at Adrienne’s pretty reddish brown hair. She had hundreds of little freckles covering the bridge of her nose and her cheeks. She had hazel eyes. “Amy’s a pretty name. Were you named after anyone?” She asked. “No.” I said. Kind of wishing I was. “I was named after my mom’s best friend.” Addison said. “I was named after a character in my mom’s favourite book.” Adrienne said. We opened our books and they both handed me their email addresses. “Oh, I don’t ha-” Our teacher told me to be quiet.

After class they came to me at my locker. “What were you trying to say in class?” Addison asked. “Oh, well, I don’t have MSN.”  I felt stupid. “Oh… well, can you get it?” Addison said. “Maybe.” I said. Then they pulled more paper from their pockets and handed it to me. “Catch you later!” called Adrienne. I opened the papers…their phone numbers.