Dear Diary

Dear diary, my new friend

     Dear diary,
Lucy and I are hanging out today. She said she wanted to take me to the mall to help pick out a new wardrobe for me, since I'm new. I went along with it I mean who wouldn't? She's picked out a lot of clothes for me and her. The ones for me are cute. I'm worried at how we could afford these. I asked her and she told me that money was not a problem for her. Apparently daddy dearest is rich. I'm not trying to sound rude, oh no I'm sounding rude! I think I am being rude by writing in my diary while she is in the changing room. I'll stop writing for now.
     Sincerely,
Jane West.
     Dear diary,
We finished getting a ton of clothes for the both of us. I think I'm actually having fun. I never thought I would have fun in a mall. We headed over to a hair salon. I told her I didn't think my hair needed a trim since it was short enough. She just simply stated that a new look for a new life was needed. I didn't know what to say so I simply nodded my head. The hair stylist sat me in a chair while she talked with Lucy. I wasn't sure what they were saying. Then Lucy told me that they were first gonna bleach my hair because my hair was too dark. Then they were gonna put slight blonde highlights in my hair. I didn't want to sound awful and ungrateful and say no, so I simply nodded. After the lady finished with my hair and turned my chair so I faced the mirror I was stunned. I didn't know who I was looking at. Was it all an illusion? No because it was my face. Who knew that a simple hair change could change your entire appearance so much. Lucy told me she wanted to go get a tan. I better go.
     Sincerely,
Jane West.
     Dear diary,
We arrived at the tanning place and Lucy went up to the lady behind the counter. The lady looked at me. She came up to me and told me I was really pale. It made me feel uncomfortable. After a bit I was sent in to get a tan. When I came back Lucy smiled. She told me I looked better. After our mall trip she dropped me off at my house. I was worried as to what my parents would say. Then again I bet they were going at each others throats, again.
     Sincerely,
Jane West.