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Friday, March 6th, 2020. 3:45pm

I put my computer in my backpack and started the walk home. I had to use google maps because I still didn't know my way and I wasn't about to get lost or ask anybody for directions.

(Somebody asked what a computer in her backpack would look like so if you're curious scroll to the bottom)

As I was walking there was heavy traffic, 4,000 kids trying to leave at once. No thanks. I'm glad I chose to walk. It was hard for me to cross the street so when I got my chance I ran and got honked at my every car. Oh well.

The walk wasn't too bad, about 20 minutes which I was perfectly fine with. I moved into a neighborhood called "Temple Heights" the houses are nice, but not huge like the "rich kids" if you know what I mean.

I was about halfway through when I heard a noise. I was listening to music so I didn't pay much attention but I heard it again. I turned around taking out one of my earbuds to a super nice car blaring music speeding down the street with all the windows down. They drove by me and honked saying

"GET LOST NEW GIRL"

The girl in the back seat was Lauren.

Fuck. I told her so much about me today. We were so deep into a conversation I don't even remember everything. I hope I didn't tell her THAT. Right? I don't even remember. If i did my life would be over.

I walked into my house and my brother was sitting on the couch eating chips

"Hey Anna! how was your first day!"

He was a year older than me. Chose to skip the tour and get a hot girl's help on the first day. But with Julien that's not surprising.

"It was okay, I think I have my way around but it's okay."

I chose to not tell him about what those girls said to me. J is already protective enough and I don't want him to hover over me like a hawk at school.

"You're dumb for skipping the tour, J. My tour guide Lauren was super nice"

Don't say anything Anna.

"Was she hot"

"You're so dumb Julien"

"Think what you want Anna!"
he yelled as I was going upstairs.

I still have things to unpack anyways.

I walk into my room and throw myself on my bed and sigh.

This year already isn't gonna be good.

I erased that from my thought and got up to unpack my room more. There were boxes everywhere. I mean EVERYWHERE.

Today I picked out my clothes by digging into a box.

My family decided not to move heavy stuff if we didn't wanna keep it. So, I donated my dresser, my nightstand, and my desk. They were all super old and wooden.

Half the drawers on my dresser were all messed up and the nightstand was just too small and awkward fitting for my bed. Don't even get me started on my "desk" when I originally asked for one, I was about ten and just wanted a flat surface in my room to draw on. It fit my body when I was ten. But five years later my legs don't fit under it and I practically have to sit on my knees just to use it it's that small. I only used it to put clean clothes when I don't wanna put them away.