This is a book written for any teenager learning to grow up in highschool. All these articles are directly written from my own diaries and all the names have been changed in order to protect all those involved. These chronicles are only a small portion of my own personal diaries as I have almost twenty separate diaries...highschool only covered eight diaries and is quickly filling up more, and I believe that what I have learned from highschool could be of some use to any future teenagers entering highschool. Learn from these articles, don't make the same mistakes I did. I am making your highschool life somewhat easier by giving you this read. Different diaries are indicated and each year has its own part. Please enjoy and learn.

PART I- GRADE 10: FRESHMAN YEAR

Diary 1

September 1, 2001

Well, I had an ordinary day. Kind of. Blair came down and woke Danielle and I up because she was leaving. So, we went upstairs and said goodbye.

After she left, I went back downstairs and went to sleep.

After I had gotten up, I stayed downstairs and wrote my stories all day. I am really getting into my writing. I love to do it and I'm going to try to publish them, too. I was gonna put Carrie's name on them too because she came up with the series name but that's all and I do all the writing so I'm not giving Carrie credit.

I came up with some new ideas and everything is in order. Now, I just want to type them up. I wonder if grandma still has her typewriter.

Oh well, I tried calling Mark but he had gone over to Jack's for the night so I just talked to his dad for a little while about the auction sale. Apparently it went well. But Mark was gone so I let him go so he could go to bed.

I think I'll try to get ahold of him tomorrow night. I want my G.E.T.S. story back. A few months ago, I lent him Marit's Legacy to read. I doubt he's reading it. But I want it back soon.

Anyway, Aunt Paula put my pictures on the internet and sent them places and got a reply saying they were very good and I should keep it up.

I'm going to try to sell my drawings to an art gallery, too.

Anyway, goodnight.

September 2, 2001

Alright, my day was the same as the last few.

I got up and showered then I spent the whole day writing my stories. I finished rewriting Crash and I'm now working on In The Beginning which is the first book of the whole series. I'm gonna lead into Mother Nature Strikes which I am rewriting completely so it doesn't seem like Marit is the Angel of Death. I have fourteen books on the go. Only thirteen are numbered, though. The last one isn't numbered because it's the series ender and I don't know how many more there are going to be before I end it all. I enjoy writing G.E.T.S. books. I just don't want them to become predictable like Animorphs. Before that happens I would end it, like Mindwarp did. I'm at least gonna write until the guys are eighteen and the girls are seventeen because that's when Is It The End? is. But, I've also got to make sure the seasons are consistent.

Anyway, I called Gordon today. I say I called Gordon because Mark wasn't there for me to talk to. He was in town. When Gordon picked up he sounded like some young guy. I said so and he said he was till exhausted from the auction sale yesterday. He said Mark was in town at Linda's because it was Katherine's birthday. I told him to get some rest and hung up.

I called over to Linda's and she picked up after a couple of rings and I asked her if she remembered me because it had been a month. Of course, she did. I told her that Gordon had told me it was Katherine's birthday and she said it was actually only her party, her birthday was on Thursday, August 30. I told her I was calling to wish her happy birthday and Linda told Katherine it was me and gave her the phone.

Get this, she actually talked to me! I talked to her, asked her questions and she answered all of them. She actually talked to me! I can't believe it! She thanked me for calling her and I asked to talk to Mark.

She gave the phone to him and the first thing I said was, "Well, the mystery man is no more." He was real quiet and didn't say much of anything. I asked if he was tired and he said he had been up at six am this morning. We didn't talk very long but I found out that he's staying the night in town. We didn't talk long because someone was on the other line. He said he would call back later and I said, "You'd better." But, he never did. But I suppose he could've gone to bed early or he just didn't want to call back. Oh well.

Maybe, I was hoping that, because he's in town, we could see each other and spend some time together. But I don't know when he's going home. I don't even know if he wants to see me. God, I hope he does. If he does, he will call.

Grandma and Grandpa showed up out of the blue today and I asked Grandma if she still had her typewriter. I explained why I needed it and I think she might let me have it. Yay!

Well, I was just thinking and it was about Mark not wanting to see me. I was just thinking that before he left, we were kind of hot and heavy and I can't help but think that maybe it's cooled off enough that there's nothing there anymore. When I think about that, I can't muster up a tear. I have to see him and be sure. God, I hope I'm wrong.

Wait! I am wrong! If I'm hoping I'm wrong then I must still love him! I know, I would miss him if he were gone. Yes! I am wrong!

But, I should call him tomorrow, and say I have to see him because I'm not sure if I love him anymore. If I could see him, I could make a certain decision. I'll be kinda cryin', too, for effect. I'll tell him that I'm scared for us and that it feels like he doesn't love me anymore. That should get him here. If he says he can't come, I'll cry louder and hang up.

Goodnight.