September 23rd, 2014

Dear, Diary/Notebook/Journal thing,

This is probably not going to be an everyday thing. Knowing me, it just won't be... Until, I get into it to the point I start to dream about my day instead of my future fame or random stories I make up in my head to entertain myself when I got bored in Mr. Gomez's history class. I started to write because I got mad. Well, more so disappointed, mostly in myself. I should probably tell you about myself, because all journal-ers or book protagonists do at the beginning. So why not me?

My name is Jenny Martin (you can call me Jen though), and I'm 13 (almost 14) years old. I live in a small town in Michigan called ‘Charlevoix’. Anyway, I go to Thomas A. Edison Middle School and I'm in 8th grade. I'm not a loser, but I'm not a hyper popular supermodel kid who smokes weed in the bathroom. Just in the middle. My best friend is Mandy Aronowitz. But I got some other close friends too! (They’ll probably be mentioned later.) Anyway, you're still probably wondering why I'm disappointed.

Well, in Michigan, 14-year-olds can work a job. Which is pretty cool if you ask me. I wanted a job when I turned 14 because:

1) I owe my 10-year-old sister, Harper a ton of cash (like over 40 IOU's.)

2) I want to buy my own stuff

A job at a supermarket would make me a little over 200 bucks a week. Cool, right? Not cool. I asked my mom and she said no.

Apparently I don't have enough experience or responsibility “But I-“ That's all I could say. She was right. I want to prove her wrong. I want to prove her wrong so bad. But how?

Sincerely, Jen

September 24th, 2014.

Dear, Diary/Notebook/Journal thing,

I woke up this morning to get ready for school and my little sister, Luna, was sitting in my doorway. She wasn't only sitting there, she was sitting there with my diary, I don't even know how she got ahold of it, but, sure enough she had it.

I almost freaked when I saw her, but I didn't want to wake Mom.

So then after I got my diary from her, I got ready for the day and went to school. But when I got there, Mandy was hanging out with the most popular girl in our school, and I found out that they were:

1) dating.

2) kissing when I got there.

I went to the bathroom to write this all down and here I am writing it down.

Sincerely Jen.