My School Diary #1

I often wonder why Mum and Dad gave me the name Alan. This is not, in my opinion, a very pretty name for a girl, though I've long gotten used to it. I thought this would affect how people treat me in class. I was afraid that someone would bully me because of my name. After all, that was what often happened in the lower school; people were petty. Extremely petty. I'd like to think I'm not, but who knows? You're the one who gets the final say on who you are but you can't control how others think of you...you can only hopefully convince them. Anyway, I explained this to Mum and begged her to let me use a different name in school or change my name altogether, but she said no. She said I should be proud of my name because it was who I was.
I sort of get that now.

Presented below is a short story that I wrote when I was in the fourth grade. I found it in one of my drawers today and I thought it would be a great story, if only edited, of course. I did that and I hope you enjoy the (kind of boring, but whatever) writing!
And yes, I know, it doesn't sound like a real diary, but let's stick with it, shall we? At least, I hope you will...who knows?