September 2nd, 2014
It was the first day of school. It was okay. The good thing about my high school is that the teachers don't give you a ton of homework on the first day. The only piece of homework I received was science, but that's because Mr. Pop (or we like to call him Mr. Poop) is a butt.
Oops. Oh well.
Mom always asks about our days. We all say "good" except for Carson, who goes into full detail and drones on and on about his best friend and the cars he played with today.
Ugh. Little brother problems.
By the time he's finished, Maddie and I are always half asleep, and then Mom gets mad at us. Well, sooorry his stories aren't more interesting.
Diaries are stupid. I don't even know why I have one.
Ari
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FanfictionIf you found a diary on a bench in a park with absolutely no one around, would you read it? Most people would, to try and find a name or something that they could use to return it to they owner. Other people might just be being nosy, but that's rude...
