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