October 7, 2004

Wow, this is really weird, writing in a diary like this, I mean, what am I, 10? But, my shrink tells me that it “will help me realize that it’s not my fault.” Yeah, right, whatever you say.

So, I guess that this is just going to have to work. Today was, well, in a word...interesting. It was my first day in my new school, and I was ignored. It’s ok, though, I didn’t want to talk to those freaks anyway. When I first got to school, I could not find my locker. The number was 1549, and I couldn’t find it anywhere in the halls. I guess that it could be in one of the halls that I didn’t go into today, but that would just be weird.

Every single class it was the same.

“Nichelle Beetheen?”

“It’s Nikki, and it’s Bithon.” I corrected them. Teachers have never been able to pronounce my name. One good thing did come out of English class; the guy sitting next to me is really hot. Maybe tomorrow, I could “accidentally” leave my pencil in my locker, and ask to borrow one from him. That is, if I can find my locker. I’ll write tomorrow, I have a lot on my mind.

Ok, this is just the first entry, I know it’s a little short, but I need feedback!!