Dear Diary,

All right my mom got me this new journal. I can't believe I even got my family situation. More about that later. I'm supposed to write in you. I think my mom mostly got me this because I'm a teenager and teenagers (in my mom's mind) need to sort out there screwed up lives. Do I have screwed up thoughts? Of course I do Diary, but isn't that human? I bet everybody can think of at least one thought they had that was wacked up.

Let's start with the basics. First since you are going to be used a lot I think you should have a disclaimer (an: remind you of something?). All right, welcome to the wackiest life in the world. I swear, scouts honor. I am a messed up child. Maybe because of my family situation. Maybe I'm not really screwed up, maybe everybody is like that. What a thought! I'm finding things out about myself already. Lets really start with the basics now. My name is Sandra Zragiski. Long name? No wonder I had trouble in kindergarten. I am fifteen-years-old. I have all the symptoms of a teenage girl.

I think (know) I have a messed up life. I think I know it all. My dresser is filled to the brim with cosmetics and other beauty goodies. Never been at home on a Saturday night (Except like a couple of times, well maybe more. Okay okay, a girl can run out of stuff to do.) How many pairs of shoes do I own? About forty-five. Well too bad most of them went AWOL because of my family situation.

More basics: I have blackish-brownish hair. Nobody knows what color it is. That's another part of my screwed of up life. What kind of girl doesn't even know what her own hair color is? I mean get real. It's kinda embarrassing because on those charts that you have to fill out sometimes for the doctor. You know what I'm talking about? Well they have a question that says hair color. Well what do I put? Do I put black? Do I put brown? Black-brown? I think I agree with my mom, teenagers do have messed up thoughts.

Another basic: My family is queer. Well not queer. I mean most families are like this I guess. Well I hope you believe when I say I am smack dab in the middle of the Zragiski kids. And when I say smack dab I mean it. I have three older brothers on one side and three younger sisters on the other. Can it get any worse? Don't think so. That's why I can't believe I got you. Most of my stuff is swiped by either Danny, John, Andy, Mary, Beth, or Tyler.

My AWOL shoes? I think they were swiped too. I'm down to fifteen and the other day I saw one shoe sticking out my sister's closet. Where did she get it from? Can you guess?