Entry Three: September 2, 2011
It's been seven days since I last wrote. I didn't have time, really, with all the moving. You wouldn't think unpacking three suitcases would take a week, but moving into a new home just does. It seems like the transitioning itself is what really stole the time away.
I've been enrolled into a new school, too, though I don't know why. I'm going to turn eighteen in four months. I might as well just stay home. But apparently I have to finish the rest of my senior year.
I don't really have much to write about. Except that I forgot to tell you my name, though I don't know why a journal would need to know it, and I'm certainly not going to let another person read this. But just in case:
My name is Thalia Walker
YOU ARE READING
Fall
RomanceThis isn't a typical love story. I didn't meet some boy and fall in love at first sight. In fact, I didn't fall in love with a boy at all. Or a girl. Not even a house plant. My name is Thalia Walker, and I fell in love with the world.
