Dear Diary

chapter two

<Amy>
Dear Noah,
What? I like to name my things. Honestly it's one of my weirdest habits. I named my computer Samantha, my desk Rosa, my favourite hoodie Sadie, OH the story of how I got Sadie! Wow that's a good one. Okay so basically we were on vacati- I talk too much don't I? Well, write, in this case, but you know, same thing.

I'll just get straight to today. Hi. I'm Amy. You already know my personality - blah blah I'm amazing blah blah. Why am I writing a diary? I genuinely didn't think I would be the type to actually have the will to write a diary.
That sounds like a Taylor thing. Or Maya. Meh.
But I really need to get my shit together. Especially because we're in HIGH SCHOOL now. I couldn't just be the middle school Amy!
I needed a revamp.
So when Taylor suggested we do this diary-thing together, I obviously said yes!
So here I am, explaining my life story to a little red moleskine notebook named Noah. Goddamit I'm pathetic-

It's seven in the morning and I got up extra early today, but not because I want to, I mean who WANTS to wake up at 7 in the morning. I have this little body clock, he doesn't have a name yet.. hmm.. maybe johnny.
Johnny.
So Johnny has this weird habit of making me wake up at the absolute worst times on the absolute worst days. Like today.

Today, if you didn't know, is the first day of high school. I'm going to Maplewood high, nothing new really, my friends and I have been going to Maplewood ever since we were in diapers. Kindergarten, and then first grade, second grade, and before you know it here we are, starting ninth grade. It's pretty surreal.
I've heard about the campus from my cousin Sarah who used to go there before she graduated. Apparently its some posh-rich-kid-mansion-school [okay that's an exaggeration, She actually described it as a beautiful brown building with huge glass windows and majestic architecture, but a) she's an architect- cmon! b)when someone describes a SCHOOL for teenagers like that, posh-rich-kid-mansion is all you can think of]
I really hope there's a cafe! The cafe is our go-to hang out in every single phase of school. From elementary to hopefully high school. I swear if there isn't a cafe I will get so mad. A school like that NEEDS to have a neat cafe.

Oops, it's almost 8. I should probably get ready, I'm hoping to meet some of my friends on the way to school and unlike me, they actually are on time to school! Amateurs!
A navy blue tee with black jeans. Small white earrings, and my hair brushed straight. Could I get more ugly?
Doesn't matter. You're in high school Amy, better things to worry about.

I rush out the door after stuffing my mom's bread slices in my mouth and put in my earphones, selecting the 'bops' playlist while I sit on the bus.

Ah, the posh-rich-kid-mansion right in front of my eyes. It's exactly how my cousin described it. And wow those windows, certainly large. Wait, my friends, I push the dark wooden doors grandly welcoming students at the very entrance of the building, walk past the dimly lit reception, and into the-

There! Trevor, Isabella, Maya, Augustus, Jenine, Jeremy and Daniel, In the brightly lit cafe (I would have thrown hands if there wasn't one). What a wild group. Trevor and Maya doing their chill zone out deep talk thing, Jenine waiting for someone sensible to come so she could talk, Daniel being himself (not a good thing I tell you),  Isabella prepping her snapchat for her iconic 'First day pictures' she takes EVERY YEAR, Augustus with his music, Jeremy trying to start a conversation with someone but everyone purposefully ignoring him to see how annoyed he can get (they do that alot, he doesn't mind it), and Taylor and Andy- Oh, they're not here yet.

Welp. They're twins, they better walk in together.

And there th- no just andy.

Never mind.

So Andy's here with his signature black hoodie, and Daniel's already on top of him (well obviously, no they're not gay yet)

That means only one person is left to come, Taylor. She's late. That..isn't like her.

There she walks in, obviously wearing a pair of black jeans, which didn't really look like jeans but whatever, her white button up shirt which i've seen way too often on her, and something that looked like a mix of a cardigan and a blazer. Typical Taylor with her formal-casual wear that she loves so much. I notcied as she stood there for a minute taking in the wild scene that our group was displaying, and I felt the same aura she must be feeling, the excitement of a new year ahead.