I've always had a passion for writing. But my passion became something real around two years ago. My English teacher had the whole class do an assignment. The assignment was we could write about anything. All we had to do was make a story. Now while my friends wrote comedy stories about fish and imaginary creatures to be funny, I wanted mine to have a real story, to really mean something. Around two weeks after I finished it, my teacher told me I had a real talent for writing, that I should consider it as a career option. From then on the thought of being a writer kind of...stuck. So back to the present day. A few days ago my dad told me I should keep a journal. He said it'd help clean my mind and god I hope he's right, because I've got a lot going on up there. So he gave me this one. Here, I'll write anything and everything, if this journal thing actually works for me. Maybe one day I'll look back at this thing and think about how stupid I was my sophomore year. But for now, let's start with the basics.
First off, me, the one who's writing this thing. I'm Ella. Fifteen and going to Sydney Park High School in Michigan. I'm probably the palest person you'll ever meet with beach blonde hair. I'm pretty tall for a girl, about 5'7. I'm medium weight, not too skinny but also not even close to fat, at least that's what everyone tells me. Then there's my best friend, Blake. She's a sophomore like me, with deep dark long brown hair. She's short, so I kinda feel like a giant standing next to her. We've been best friends since forever. All my very first memories include her. Tea parties, doll house designing, and throwing up on my birthday cake at my grandmas house. Her mom died when we were six. I know it still hurts her after all these years. Her dad's still here, still a good dad, but he'll never be the way he used to be. Never as happy as he was before, but I know he's trying for her.I think we fit the idea of opposites attract. At least with things like music and books and all the things that people normally define you by. But that's never bothered us. At least we never have to worry about liking the same guys. It's always been just us two trying to find our place to fit in in the world together.
Then there's my parents. I don't have one of those sad stories about parents splitting when you're ten years olds and staying up late at night hearing them scream at each other. I've actually got pretty good parents. Nice people, good jobs, good house, food, clothes, the basics. Im also an only child. Probably not the most interesting thing to tell about but that's the normal life.
Now we've got everyone else. The people that are there, in my life, but not the biggest parts of it. Like the other people at my school. I live in a small town but let me tell you, the drama here is kicked up to a rate of ten things a day. Whether that's who's boyfriend slept with the girlfriend's best friend or what student was caught cheating on the exam in Geometry. There's always something.
Now a obviously we've gotta talk about the guys. I mean what kind of journal would this be without the mention of guys? So hear it goes. There's not a boyfriend in the picture but there's a guy alright. I mean there's always a guy isn't there? Someone that stands out to you in the crowds of people in the halls. For me, that's Ian. He's my friend, not a best friend but a friend. I've known him since middle school but never really talked until 8th grade. I didn't know how great he was until then. I think we'd be better friends if 1. I ever had the guts to start a conversation with him or 2. He didn't have a girlfriend that stuck to his hip every second of everyday. Yep, it's one of those situations. I don't know how they started this thing they've got. I mean he's obviously way too amazing for her. I think she just likes him cause he's pretty hot. Not for his taste in bands that no one else knows about or his love for classic books. That's what I like about him. But I think he's afraid to show that side of him to people. The side of love for things that most people don't even think about. He's different, but most people don't know that. He's someone that you know will change the world one day, if he chooses his rightful place in this world.
So there's my first entry in this journal of mine. I liked it. I think my dad was right, maybe this will help me after all.
