Chapter 1: meet me
Hi. Just to let you know, my life sucks!!! So... now that I've gone over that, let me get one thing strait. So, if I ever become a famous rock star, people will be reading this. Oh and just to let you know, I'm Lila and this is my diary about how to survive eighth grade to my five year old little sister, Serena, you, even though I don't have much time to write this guide between home work, and taking care of you because you broke your nose. But I'm still going to write this guide for you. I am the prettiest girl that you will ever know. I have strait red hair that's so long; it pretty much tickles the back of my knees when I stand. I have green eyes, pink lips and I always wear my favorite purple eye shadow.
"Lila!! Time for school!!" I roll my eyes but close my diary.
"Coming Mom!" I yell as I sling my backpack over my shoulder. I run out the door and head to the bus stop. Five minutes later I run back inside the house, and up the stairs skipping about two steps with each step. I throw off my PJs, grab a yellow and blue tee, put on a skirt and the shirt and off I go!
"What took so long honey?"
"Sorry mom, I forgot to get dressed."
"Again?" I sigh.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, my mother!"
"Just go to the bus stop sweetie." My mom just sounds aggravated, probably because Justin, seventeen-year-old brat of a brother was on the phone with his girlfriends all night, so she got no sleep.
"Uh, mom. I think I need a ride to school."
"Why sweetie? Didn't I sign you up for the bus?"
"Mom busses are for nerds. And it just rolled by. See?" Mom rolls her eyes.
"Just get in the car."
Hi Serena. First day of school: Cute boy (Noah) asked me out on Friday! Evil teacher (Mr. Fannly) already hates me. New BFF Sara totally rocks! (Old BFF Diana turned on me for the popular posse.) And you are driving me crazy! Mom and dad are giving you all the attention just because you broke your nose. It's so not fair! I might as well break MY nose. Well, I hope you don't take that offensively. I've already got an IM with Sara! Speaking of which, I should go do that. Bye!!!
I shut the diary and go to my laptop and open it. Luckily, Sara was online.
wackyL: Hi Sara!
SARABUG: HEY LILA! NICE IM NAME!
wackyL: Thanks! I like yours too!
SARABUG: SOO, HOW'S THAT DIARY THING OF YOURS?
wackyL: Good.
Sarabug: Great. I feel awkward now.
wackyL: um…. Aren’t u always awkward -feeling? Remember, today @ school, after every class u’d come out, “I feel awkward now.” Haha!
Sarabug: Haha! Ur rite! But, no. I feel awkward ‘cause I don’t know what to say!
Sarabug: type.
wackyL: well, from MY point of view, i think ur typing alot. look!
Sarabug: good point! Literally!
wackyL: sorry, moms calling me. G2G! see u 2morrow! L.Y.L.A.S.
wackyL has signed out.
Sarabug: im lonely now! Humph.
Sarabug has signed out.
Sooo, I survived my first day of school.
It’s September 13, Tuesday.
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