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5:38 PM Saturday, June 15, 2017

Hey. My name is Kiara. Kiara Navarro.

And don't you dare be doing that "Hi Kiara Kiara Navarro" bullshist with me because there is clearly a period in between Kiara and Kiara.

If you don't know how to pronounce Kiara, it's KEE-ARE-AH. And if you don't know how to pronounce Navarro, then you're just plain stupid. Sound it out.

So I've probably already stepped on a couple toes, but, then again, ask me if I give two shists. And if you actually do ask me that, I will personally go to your house and give you the privilege of having your toes stomped on by the fantastical Kiara Navarro.

Remember, this is my blog/journal/diary thing. It's not for your pleasure, but for me to freely express my creative thinking and for everyone else to see and read. Just keep that in mind.

Let's get started.

School:

In two days, I will officially become a junior in the wonderful dumpster that is Raystone High in the beautiful city of San Diego. (I won't tell you where in San Diego. I'm not that dumb.)

I call Raystone a dumpster because it is full of people who are all equivalents of trash. Except me, of course. Knowing me is like finding a full pizza in the dumpster: rare, wonderful, and kinda gross.

The only other person who maybe isn't a total piece of garbage is my best friend in the whole general area of where only we are standing.

Harry. The only dude weird enough to even consider holding a candle to my extreme uniqueness.

Back to Raystone. We live in a small community, so mostly everyone knows each other and we were all once friends with each other at one point in our lives. Thankfully, we don't have those "clique" things like in the movie, but there are definitely some people who are more "popular" than others.

You know what? I'm not even going to call them popular because nobody likes the popular kids in the movies anyway. It's a complete misuse of the word. They're just, like, richer and snobbier and sluttier than the rest of the school.

Some of them are pretty chill, but they most of them are really stupid. I know it sounds made-up or whatever, but it's really like rich people traded away their brains for money or something.

I think that's all you need to know about school for now- oh! Wait!

(If any of you are wondering why I'm interrupting myself instead of writing like it all came to me at once, it adds effect.)

So, something you should know: I'm the school nerd.

Okay, now that you've gotten your scoffs or your eye rolls or whatever out of the way, I'm going to insist to you that I am the school nerd.

I get all good grades, except for PE; I'm never invited to parties; I spend most of my time reading (when I'm not on my phone); all my jokes revolve around books; etc.; etc. I'm even friends with the librarian for goodness sakes'!

Well, moving on.

Family:

My family consists of my dad, my stepsister, Lisa, and my goldfish, Goldilocks, who, now that I think about it, I haven't fed him in a while. Hold on, let me go check.

Yup. So it's just been officially determined the Goldilocks the Goldfish is dead. Oh, whale. I'll bury him next to Turtley. (Shut up, I was ten.)

Anyway. My dad's a surprisingly tall Filipino man who works as a lawyer for Someone & Someone Else's law firm. He doesn't do much court stuff, mostly paperwork and making sure that his client is doing the legal thing. Boring, I know, but he makes money.

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