The Thoughts of the Lost

The First Entry

This is going to start off shaky because I'm not sure I know where this is going, but please help me out..... pleeeeeeeaaaassssseeee. I need the comments. No hate through. Well, here goes nothing.

Ally

I don't want to do this. I hate this. But I have to. The counselor is making us do this stupid thing.
Her exact words were "This will help you improve your life choices." Just incase you can't hear it, I'm being sarcastic. This entire thing is laced with sarcasm.
She said, "For this entry, your very first, I'm going to start you off nice and slow. I want you to tell me what you were thinking when you came into this room. I want you to write a paragraph about it."
How could she! I have more things to focus on then this stupid diary. Like.... Damn. Well. I don't think I have a choice, so here goes nothing.

When I walked into that office, soaked in paint, I had a thousand thoughts running in my head. They ranged from thoughts of anger to thoughts of panic. One was "That damn football team and their pride and ego." Another was "Oh my God! What the hell did I get into?!" I was panicking. This would ruin my reputation. In high school, that what was really important, right? Who you were, who you hung out with, what you did, all of that ended up effecting how others saw you. I grew up with older sisters that told me that was all that mattered. So this was the main thought in my head. My reputation is me, without it, I am nothing.

Jamie

These two other people. The populars. They were the reason I was noticed in the one way I never wanted to. I was in trouble! For being a target! I never wanted this. I wanted to get through high school with good grades, maybe a girlfriend or something. Nothing big. I wanted to make something of myself. I want to get a little attention, find the person of my dreams and all that cheesy shit.
But I have to do this. This is my punishment for never speaking up. For never....... I don't know. Well, onto the assignment I guess. I'm supposed to tell this stupid book what I think. Okay. Fine.
             'THIS STUCKS. THIS SUCKS. THIS SUCKS. THIS SUCKS.' That's what was going through my head. There. Five sentences. A paragraph.

Austen

'Whelp. That was stupid.' That's what I thought. I thought 'I'm an idiot.' I guess it's true. I am an idiot. There's my paragraph. Now I can't get yelled at for not doing it.
I wonder, what will we have to write about next?

Ally

What torture will we have to endure tomorrow?

Jamie

Will I be noticed finally? But if I do, will it be for all the wrong reasons? 

Finally done! I know it isn't the best, but oh well. I hope to improve as the story goes on. This was only a word count of 471, so I hope next chapter will be longer.