Anna Jane

Dear Diary?

"Is that how you begin? That's how they do in the movies right? The blond Barbie girl starts like that in her pink little notebook that's sprinkled with glitter and stickers. She writes how her crush looked at her today but how mad she is at her best friend but that she will totally go to her party next weekend.

What if I was like that diary? I have to conceal the laughter that is threatening to spill out just by the thought.

You need a name don't you? I mean this is my first time writing in a journal. You're special and that deserves a name.

Maybe George? No I will think of the president every time i think of it. Maybe Kurt. I'm sure Cobain would be flattered that I have named my first journal after a music legend.

I'm sorry journal but can't think of anything for now, but I'll come up with something I promise.

Is it time for me to say what I've done today? How overwhelmingly happy I was when the girls in my school laughed at my oversized, black t-shirt that I have written "moron" on, on the back with white paint and my finger. What they don't understand, Journal, is that I'm not the moron here. I can't read what's on my back but they can. Therefor, they are the morons.

Aren't I clever Journal?

And also I was so thankful for the boy in the cafeteria who threw an apple at my tray so I dropped all food on the ground. It was so nice when everyone laughed at me and I had to pick it all up. It was also very nice when the cheerleading group walked by me when I just had bought a bag of sour cream and onion chips. And it was so thoughtful of them to say I was fat when I sat there alone and ate the very delicious snack.

Have you figured out that I'm very sarcastic jet Journal? I can almost feel the irony running trough my veins. It's a gift I have been given and I received it with open arms. Sarcasm is a great weapon. You should just see how many times my weapon has left the Barbie dolls in school with nothing to say.

Hey Journal is it okay if I call you Joe? I mean, it's short and easy. I think it suits your brown outside and striped inside. Hello Joe."

"A.J? Dinners ready!" Your little brothers voice was heard trough the door and after that quick footsteps. You folded Joe close and put him underneath your pillow. You picked up you All Time Low poster that had fallen down on the floor and put it back up on your dark, purple wall.

You went downstairs and your whole family was gathered in the kitchen. Isaac was rolling on the floor and Grace almost fell over him. Gordon sat by the table and had began to eat of the roasted potatoes and Mason almost spilled out the can of water he held.

Maybe it's easier if you say that Grace is your mom, Gordon your brother, Mason your dad and Isaac your dog...

Yes, definitely easier to understand the scenario that was right in front of you.

"Great, Anna, can you take out the meat loaf out of the oven?" Your mother said as she held four plates in her left hand hand four glasses in her right. She had forks and knifes in her pocket and a large spoon for the gravy between her teeth. It's 2 meters from the kitchen counter and the table mom.

You don't have to take everything at once.

You put on that thick glove you have when you take stuff out of the oven and took out the burnt meat loaf.

"Oh no!" Your mom said and dropped the spoon between her teeth as she saw the loaf. In the middle of the chaos the fire alarm started beeping and Isaac began to bark. Gordon covered his ears and screamed that dad should turn it off. You pulled out a chair and sunk down. You took a deep breath and began to question your family.