Dear Diary,
My name is Devita Mae. I am writing to you because that's what you gotta do in this class-write. I wasn't like that at first. At first all we did was talk. For real. the teacher we had was old and tired, and when we wasn't watching movies that didn't have nothing to do with class, we chewed gum, talked on our cells or to each other, and got A's for it. The our teacher left. He retired. A new one came, and well, she ain't sixty-three years old, that's for sure. She looks sixteen. I think she's twenty-three. And you know what? The boys wanna do classwork all the time now. Raising their hands. Asking her to come over and help them with papers so they can smell her perfume and play with her hair-when she ain't looking, that is. And oh yeah, they're writing papers all the time now. Getting A's when they used to be flunking.
Diary, the reason I gotta do you at all is because of Jaquel. He was trying to impress the teacher. So he raised his hand and said, "Why can't we do something different in this class? Like, I don't know, write books or movies or something." Dominique (oh yeah, she lets us call her by hr first name) said she'd think about it. She did. Only now, we have to do diaries(well really they're journals, but I like diary better), and yeah, write letters to each other. I laughed right in Jaquel's face when she said we had to write letters. Boys don't like doing that. Only, when she said they had to-smiling and just about winking at 'em-they all pulled out papers and pens and started writing like they were signing million-dollar checks over to one another.
Anyhow, Diary, I'm not all that mad. See, the teacher picked me and Jaguel to write to one another. I like him and I'm hoping one day he's gonna look at me like he looks at Miss Dominique Dumar Dupree. (Sounds like a movie star's name, huh? Lucky her. She looks li ke one too.)
Well, Diary, here goes. Jaquel and me are supposed to write letters back and forth to each other for fifteen minutes each period, and write to you every evening for half an hour. Now you know what's gonna happen: I'm gonna write to Jaquel just when I'm supposed to, and I will get you when I can.
NOV. 1
Hey Jaquel__What you doing?
Dear Devita Mae: What you think I'm doing? I'm sitting in this class with you doing what I hate- writing letters.
