Hi. I'm Camila. My mom bought me this because she thinks I'm "too quiet" and it will help me vent. I mean, isn't that the age old thing? Moms buying their kids diaries the first year of highschool? I've sure read a lot about it happening.
So if this is a diary, (which I'm aware it is), should I like, explain about myself? Or how do these even work? Well since it is after all my diary, I will explain about myself.
For starters, there's not really much to know which is why I'm quiet. I have nothing to say. Here, I'll make a list actually.
1. I'm quiet.
2. I have no friends by choice. (It's not my choice though)
3. Hmm, I don't think I'm straight.
4. I'm starting high school this coming September.
5. I have a little sister, Sofia
6. I live in Miami
7. I like to read and sing
And that's about it. See? Not much, I'm a pretty boring person. Well I guess that's all. It's not like I have anything interesting to say anyway.
Bye
I close my new diary and slip it under my mattress. My mom promised she wouldn't read anything in it and my dad couldn't be bothered. Sofia can't read that well but it's a safety measure that makes me feel comfortable. I don't talk much because I'm shy and insecure. Even though I trust my family more than I trust myself, I'd prefer them not know my deepest thoughts if I choose to scribble them down in there.
I'm starting high school in less than a week and saying I'm nervous is an understatement. A massive understatement.
The schools I attended for middle and primary schools had less than 200 people. I was in my comfort zone. Miami High, my soon-to-be high school has a little under 3000. I don't know how it's going to be and that's scares me. The unknown scares me.
What if I have no friends still? What if I get bullied again? I hate thinking because my mind travels faster than I can keep up. I wish I had at least one friend to talk to.
"Kaki! Dinner!" Sofi yells.
"I'm coming." I respond as I pull myself out of the comforts of my bed, my sanctuary.
I walk down stairs to see other people I don't know at our table as well. I cock my eyebrows in a questioning manner to my mom.
"Oh Karla, these are our new neighbours. I invited them over. This is Mike, Melissa and Joey." She says gesturing to each of them as she spoke. Joey looks about my age but definitely not friendly. He's currently glaring at me and I'm not sure why.
I plop myself into my seat after giving them a fake friendly smile. I slouch lower than usual trying to make myself more invisible than I already am.
The dinner goes by pretty smooth and I, as well as Joey, remain voiceless the entire time. As jokes are uttered and laughs are preformed, I excuse myself politely and head up to my room.
I walk into my room and get ready for bed. It's not like I have anything else to do.
I change into my pyjama and walk to my calendar, pen in tow. I uncap it and cross another day off the calendar. 3 more day until I must attend my new hell for 4 years.
I pull out my laptop as I tuck myself into bed. I turn my lamp off and power up my device. As it loads I think. I think about anything and everything. I scare myself more about high school to the point I almost feel like ditching.
I log into Tumblr and pull out my secret stash of Cheetos and prepare for a wonderful night.
