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June 8th, 7:00pm

Dear Diary,

 

I know I just met you and all but I feel like I should pour my heart out to you and tell you everything about me. I'm 13 years old and live in an old house right on the edge of Hovertown. At first glance you would think my house is abandoned but if you knew us you would know that my mom is absolutely crazy and decided when we bought the house that she would do nothing to change what the outside looked like. She called it "keeping the old in 'ok' condition so it looks like it did back in the day" but I think the house would be better off with new siding or at least a good paint job. Anyway it doesn't really matter what the house looks like to me because it's not like I have to impress anyone with it. I only really have one friend and he's blind. We've been friends for as long as I can remember which is at least 7 years. I feel like I can tell him everything and I used to show him everything too but since the car accident I have learned to explain everything in full detail. Oh right you don't know exactly what happened right then I'll tell you. His parents were driving home from work one day and had gone and picked Drew (my friend) up from school also. He was only in 4th grade but he normally rode the bus home. As they were driving home, they decided to take a short cut through "the bad side of town" and as they were driving some dude drove out of an alley and hit them. The dude was arrested but Drew and his family were rushed to the emergency room. Drew lived but his vision had been completely knocked out of him and the doctors said they couldn't help but his parents had passed away at the hospital, their injuries were too serious to be fixed by the doctor. Anyway, Drew now lives with his grandparents and has adapted to the loss of vision quite well.

I guess I really haven't said much about me but you are sure learning alot about my friends' life aren't you? That was a rhetorical question. I'm an only child, I like to read and write (you know, quiet hobbies), I like to think of myself as a quiet person but I know in reality I'm not even close. Since I was little, my parents have always introduced me as the trouble maker. They say it as if they were joking around but I've seen how furious they get everytime I get in trouble at school. But in my opinion the girl really needed a new hair cut in 2nd grade and all I was doing to that boy in 3rd grade was give him a face mask (made of glue but who cares about the details right?), the point is that my parents seem to always be mad at me for something. I know they love me and stuff but they seem to be more mad then happy around me most of the time. That's one reason why I'm telling you all this right now, because I have no one to talk to.

To tell you the truth though, I'm really bad at talking about myself so I'll just tell you what I'm doing right now as we speak. I've been skateboarding more and more lately. It seems to have helped me escape the present and disappear into my own mind while still paying attention to the world around me. But today I decided to take a break and stop and the little diner on the square that also sells amazing icecream. While I was in there I found a book just laying on a chair. At first I just thought it was some old library book that someone forgot or the book that the watress had been reading on her break but no when I picked it up it had clearly belonged to someone. Get this, it was a diary. Not just any diary though, the only word I can think of to describe it was "weird". I realize I shouldn't just take someone else's belongings but come on the thing was weird, if someone had actually liked the old thing they wouldn't have just left it. So, the first thing I had done was head home and run up to my room, shut my door, and read that old book. Don't tell my that is the wrong thing to do and that I should've told the diner owner that I found the book and to let them look for the owner of it because I know. I'll probably get in a great amount of trouble later for this but that seems to be how it always goes. I'll write back right after I finish reading, which will probably be in about half an hour.

 

Sincerely your new friend,

(Would you consider me a friend if you were basically forced to listen to my blab about my boring life?)

 

Adalyn Grace Monroe

 

P.S. Please pay no attention to my middle name. I absolutely hate it, it's way too girly for my liking. Yes I know I'm a girl but that doesn't mean I need to like girly things.

My favorite color is blue (not girly) I skateboard (what kind of girly-girl skateboards, I think none) I have a diary (ok that may be a little girly but whatever) I have a cat named Echo (not girly) I don't wear dresses or skirts or anything pink therefore not girly

 

Chapter 1

"Adalyn, It's time to wake up, honey." my mom said while shaking me carefully awake.

"What time is it?" I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and saw that my mom and already left the room and that it was 7:30am. My heart dropped 20 beats then restarted, which seemed to kick me in the butt and make me jump up and run to my closet. Ok if I hurry I'll be able to get dressed and maybe eat breakfast before 7:45am, I whispered to myself as I grabbed a black and white t-shirt, skinny jeans, and my black converse from the floor and ran out of my room to the bathroom. I threw my clothes on then brushed my hair out and ran downstairs to the kitchen.

"Mom! I'm going to be late! I'm going to be late, I'm going to be late, I'm going to be late!" I say jumping up and down while trying to put on my knee and elbow pads.

"You'll be fine. I've got to go to work soon but you need to leave now so you'll make it in time," I looked over at the clock and grabbed a pancake off the big breakfast plate in the middle of the table and put my helmet on. While running out the door, I gave Echo a little pet and grabbed my skateboard and took off running. My heart was beating so fast I thought I might puke. It wasn't the fact that I was meeting my hot boyfriend before school, that gave me that feeling, like all the other girls in my class did. I don't have a boyfriend nor do I want one. This feeling in my stomach was just there because I've never been late to school. I'm sure that surprises you considering the fact that I'm the "trouble-maker" but I really do care about school.

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Publication Date: 08-05-2014

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