Dear Diary (Completed!)

dear diary...

Dear Diary,
I just moved here in Paris from Rome. I'm sorta scared. Tomorrow will be my first day of high school here. I'm really nervous, since it's the beginning of 10th grade, and most people know each other, but I don't. I have to make a good first impression..
I moved here because my parents were sick of living in Rome. The whole town flooded after the rain storm, and our house flooded, so we moved here, where there's less rain.

I'm just your average teenage girl; I'm 15, almost 16, I'm a brunette with pale skin. I am not the kind of girl to wear crop tops and booty shorts, and I don't have a boyfriend, which means I am not part of the "cool kids". And I've never wanted to.
Honestly, they just so rude and overrated, and they don't actually care about you, it just looks better for them the most friends they seem to have. I don't wanna be part of them. But because of my disinterest in being one of them, I've always had trouble fitting in. I mean, I have my little friend group, but since they're obsessed with fricking BTS, all they do is talk about them, and I always ended up being excluded from the conversation since I don't like the band.

I'm hopping for two things here;
A) I'm hopping for a new start. New school, new start. I can even be a totally different person.
B) I'm hopping to make new friends. I need friends who will actually care for me. Always be there for me. Through thick and thin. I need friends with more things in common.

Making friends can't be that hard, right? Just talk to them, find things in common, and bond with them. It shouldn't be hard, but anxiety makes it hard. I mean, I know I'm not the prettiest girl alive, but I never thought I was super ugly either.

My parents have been very supportive with me and I've gained alot of confidence. Things were going great.

Now high school is starting tomorrow. I've got everything. I'm going for a new look. I got red highlights in my brown hair. I sometimes wear mascara if I'm wearing something fancy, but that's it. I went shopping and bought some new edgy clothes: jacket, hoodies, jeans. I had a school bag, notebooks, and a lunchbox.

Everything will be alright. High school's gonna be great. I'll just blend in with the other tenth graders.

This year will be great, this is Paris after all. Everything will go according to plan.
I will make friends.
I will get good grades.
I will be a good daughter.
I will not get detention.
I will finish my work in time.
I will stay positive and hopeful in whatever happens.

This year will be great.
After all, it's just high school. Why wouldn't it be great?

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Hey, it's me, Mimi! I have the whole story written up, will post a chapter per week!
Love you!