Dear Diary,

I had my first day at school today, it was absolutely terrible. I'm going to start from the beginning

I woke up 10 minutes late, and put on my tacky outfit I picked out the night before. I went and snuck a muffin (I wasn't supposed to eat it) then brushed my teeth. I don't want to look like absolute trash! I heard the bus honk, and I raced downstairs, grabbing my backpack at the door. I was sat next to his girl, and she was immediately friendly. I didn't know until later that her name was Bianca.

When I got to school I went to the principal's office, and got my schedule for class. I went to my new locker, and put in the code. As soon as I got it open,I threw my books straight in. This girl next to me started giving me judgemental looks. As the manners I was taught when I was little I threw a little smile at her, hoping she would go away. She continued standing there, and the exact words she said to me "so you're the new girl? Tacky outfit, tacky hair, and am surprised you don't have that short boy hair." Against what my mother would have wished I rolled my eyes, and walked away.

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I went to my first class, and got seated next to this cute boy. I didn't talk to him, and continued class. As soon as the bell rang, I raced out of that classroom faster than I have ever ran in my life. 

At lunch I had no one to sit by. I sat by myself, and ate my lunch like I would aalways.Then this girl from earlier looked at me and said "Get away from my table you rat." I got up, and walked around. There was nowhere to sit! I sat by the girl who I sat by on the bus earlier, and I learned that her name was Bianca.

When I got home, I went straight to my room, and plopped on my bed. I already hate this school more than anything. Atleast I have Bianca

My mom came home with pizza, and my little brother from the daycare. My brother (Mikey) raced to me and hugged me. How does he miss me? He's always screaming at me. Then he yanked my hair. There it is. My mother scolded him, and sat the pizza on the table. We grabbed pizza, and my mom made the small talk parents always do. I devoured my pizza, so quickly and ran upto my room. Then grabbed my diary, and here I am now.