September 8th, 2014
Dear Diary,
God, I haven't wrote in this in years.
But since Mom wants me to record everything, here we are.
Welcome to Greenlakes
We just moved here from Indiana, yeah yeah, I know : "that state is just full of corn!" Yes but it's still fun there.
It's 7:26 right now, I've been up for three hours, not excited more like.....terrified.
I mean it's my Senior year in high school now, of COURSE I'm worried! My other three years were pretty fucked up so I know this one will be too.
I just can't figure out why high school is out to get me
It's stra--
"Y/N! COME AND EAT BREAKFAST!" My mother calls me from the kitchen, I didn't get to finish my entry.
Cornflakes and OJ.
"Yuck!" I gagged at the orange juice, I just...never liked it?
"Sooooo." A cheery voice said. "Senior year! Are you excited!"
"Sure, I guess."
"It's gonna be so fun-" She gasped. "And you'll have your PROM!" She started to squeal. God, this was annoying. When you and your own mother are polar opposites it's quite difficult.
7:30, time to go.
I ran back upstairs and grabbed my diary, notebook, phone and backpack.
I was ready.
For a STRANGE year.
