January 11th
Dear Diary,
Tomorrow is a day of dread. I'm not exactly at all excited, even though Steven continually reassures me that everything will be okay. I'm starting to doubt him for some reason. I don't like doubting Steven. It makes me uncomfortable. I like trusting him.
He told Mum and me that he spoke to the administrators to put us in most of the same classes, and he said that they're working on it. That's good, I suppose. We'll mostly be together.
Mum went out and bought me a new paint set and brushes. They aren't the ones I used at home. She said they didn't carry the paint company that I like. Stupid store.
She also got me a new sketch pad. I was in need of a new one for quite some time, so I'm a bit thankful for that.
I don't quite know what I'm going to draw in it yet, though. The first drawing is always the most important. And you never start on the first page. Ever.
Wait. I do know what I'm going to draw first.
Steven.
Sincerely,
Charles David Barnes
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