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Dear Diary,
Today is the first day I have decided to write in this. It's my first day in L.A.
Its big, and noisy. My school starts tomorrow, I'm kinda nervous. I don’t even know what I’m gonna wear yet. But I have a pretty good idea. I’m gonna wear my high-top converse with my Elmo shirt
I wonder if there will be any cute boys at my new school. It's been kinda awkward with dad and all. I haven't seen him in 3-4 years. Well its 11:00 better go to sleep. Night.

First day of school. I wake up and step into the shower, the warm water hits my back and I twitch having to go from cold to warm. My eyes not even open. I could tell today was gonna be hard. I quickly rinse off and step out of the shower. One problem though. No towel. I moan, I run into the guest bedroom’s closet (aka my closet) and grab a soft pink towel. I wrap myself then sprawl out on the bed. I day dream about how I might become popular and famous at my school. I can see it now. Talia Rosilia is most likely to win a Grammy. I grin. My dad calls for me, I scurry down stairs grabbing my lunch and back pack. My dad goes to hug me but I just turn away and run to my bus. “Bye!” I yell to him. The yellow metal doors spring open allowing me to step inside the bus. It smells. I look around and find a seat. “Is this seat open?” I ask the girl. No reply. I ask again. No reply. “Hello, excuse me is this seat op-.” But before I could finish my sentence she stood up looked me straight in the eyes and said, “This seat is open, but I just don’t want you sitting next to me.” I felt tears coming from my eyes. I had to keep them back. I found a seat way in the back. I was uncomfortable being next to a stranger.
We arrived at school. I went to my first period, English. I quickly grabbed my books for that class. Being the Klutz I am I tripped going out of the home room doorway. Everyone laughed. I was embarrassed especially on the first day of school. I wont tell you the rest of the periods simply because they were boring, but I will tell you that all of my teachers are mean. It was lunch. Mmmm what a wonderful time. But of course no one wanted to sit by me. I got out my lunch. PB and J with a banana and water. I slowly ate all of the items I had. The bell rang that meant it was time to go home. Oh the best time of the day, I get happy thoughts in my head and giggle, I was acting like an idiot. I got ready to go when I noticed that I had toilet paper stuck to my shoe. I was walking down the stairs trying to get it off and I fell, ON TOP OF SOMEONE. It was terrible. First day of school, worst day of my life.

Dear Diary,
The night after school. It was terrible. I was such a klutz and all of my teachers hate me. No one wants to be my friend. No cute boys that I saw and everyone is mean.
Why did I have to move here with dad. Couldn’t I have stayed with mom? Well all I know is that I’m going to call Mom to tell her to come and pick me up and then I won’t have to live here, haha I’m a genius! I gotta get some sleep, goodnight!

“Bring, bring!!!” My alarm makes that terrible noise right into my ear. “Shut up!” I yell pounding my cold fist onto the alarm. I sit up attempting to open my eyes. I pace over to the bathroom [with my eyes shut] and find myself walking into walls. I finally find the sink and cup my hands and bring up the chilling water to my face. I finally open my eyes, “Wow…” I say to myself. I had the worst hair in the morning.
I take a brush from the shelve and comb away at the knots. “Ouch” I say in my mind about to throw the brush, because I have no patience what so ever. I get my clothes for school and throw them on. I’m wearing a red long sleeve shirt and lime green long shorts with it. I have terrible taste in clothes (at least that’s what I’ve been told). I look at myself in the mirror and moan. “Ahh forget it.” I say grabbing my back pack and dart downstairs. “Did you sleep well?” My father asks me. I nod and grab a mini Orange Juice container. “Well, I hope you have a good day at school.” He says and hands me my lunch. “Thanks…” I say and once again run out to the bus, because my father, well you just cant carry on a conversation with him without it being awkward. I find a seat on the bus without it being a big ordeal. I sit down, by myself and stare out the window and go into a daze. My blue eyes follow the sea of emerald trees. I count them…”1, 2, 3, 4…” Oh crap I lost count. We get to school. I sigh, hating mornings. I took one step, then another, then another, then another.
I make it to the huge building of knowledge.

Thanks and bye! Oh and Im 12 so yeah it probably wont be that good.

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