Ramero and Juillet

My name is Charlotte Ramero. I'm not much compared to most. I'm hoping it will be different this year, because every year I start as a nothing and finish as a nothing, right behind the popular girls, the jocks, and all the normal people. I am the definition of rock bottom, but not this year. I will come out on top.

I closed my journal for the first time, sure it wouldn't be my last. It's going to be my life tracker from now on. I looked at the clock. 10 minuites before the bus came. I still have time. I tugged at my new shirt and wondered if the kids would like me. Everyone says their best years are the high school years. I sure hope they're right.

My name is Delmont Juillet. I'm apparently a pretty big deal, according to all the girls. Today is my first day back to high school.

'Shit.... I can't think of anything else,' I thought to myself. My first journal entry and I already suck.

I closed the book and stuffed it into my backpack with my other school supplies. I didn't even want to do it, my mother is making me because she thinks I'll get all depressed and stuff if I don't write down my "feelings". My dad died this summer so I guess she figures I'm the man of the house now. Although she tries to hide it, she only treats me like that because she's afraid of losing me too, to depression, I guess. It's a good thing I'm an only child, I couldn't imagine her trying to maintain the sanity of her and those around her if I wasn't one. I checked the clock. 10 minuites. Eh, I've still got time.