Dear Diary,
I'm on the school bus. It is six-forty in the morning and I am already hating today. Why must the people here be so noisy?! Everyone is chatting and sitting together.
I'm sitting alone at the front of the bus. Almost everyone is squeezing together at the back of the bus， but for some reason, no one wants to sit with me.
Ugh. I wish I was sitting with my friends at the back and that I was on my way to Oakdale instead. That's just thebadworst thing of going to a new school. Everyone's got their own friends, and no one wants to welcome someone else into their group.
Oh well. I have a feeling today is gonna be very, very long.
Toodles!
I close my diary and put it back into my bag. Outside the window, I can see raindrops falling and splattering onto the pane, even though it was not raining a few minutes ago.
“Sigh…Why can’t this just be a nightmare?”
I feel lonely sitting here all alone, in the middle of people I don’t even know and I don’t want to. Trickles of salty water start to flow down my cheeks. It’s not rain.
How could this be? Only two days ago, I had been a happy twelve-year old, perfectly comfortable with my life. I had friends, neighbours and teachers who knew me well. Then…? You might be wondering what happened to make me erase my old life completely. Okay. To put it short, The Disaster.
Okay, okay! I’ll tell you all about it. But not now. Not when I am questioning my existence. Maybe some other time. I watch as trees and houses fly past, hear the laughter of my new schoolmates and think that I must be the unluckiest soul alive.