Um- hi. My name is Zara Wilson and, if you can't tell, this is the diary middle school me had. I wasn't planning on publishing it, because my writing skills are nowhere near Anne Frank's, but SOMEONE kept on encouraging me to until I gave in. So, um, yeah. This is my life when I was a closeted middle schooler. Also, this is a story compiled from my diary, so it's not word for word, because I would still like a little bit of privacy, thank you very much. And if things don't make sense in the beginning, I promise they will later. Just one more thing- my diary was written in when I still appeared to be a boy, so, y'know, this will be fun.
This story is an original and does not come from any other things. There will be references, because you can't write a modern story without them, and I do not own those. The characters are my own, and please ask for permission first if you want to use them. I have not copied anyone else's work and if it appears so, it is purely a coincidence. If you are homophobic, transphobic, sapphophobic, xenophobic, racist, or any other type of terrible person.All Rights Reserved