March 27, 1998
Hey. I just found a neat little basement under my school's statue. It's actually pretty cool, with bookshelves, old books, a table, and some chairs. I swear I just saw a girl run out of here, but it was probably my imagination. Anyway, I've decided to star a record of my life here in this journal so I can look back at it when I'm old and stuff and kind of just remember all the memories that happened to me. I'm also 14 right now. I'll be leaving the journal here when I'm not writing stuff down, just because I don't trust my room at home, especially if my mom finds it. "Oh, dearie, you have feelings!" Ugh. And my friends always ransack everything I own, too. So this is probably the safest place I can leave this thing. Anyway, I'll write more later.
-Dallas
