Dear Diary,
My name is Brooke Davis. I'm 19 years old and I live in an off-campus house with Anna, my ex-boyfriend's little sister and also my ex-boyfriend's ex-girlfriend, but that's not really something I want to get into with you right now, Mouth, the cutest little depressed boy I've ever met and future senator, Peyton, my bestest bud since forever (although we have had our differences…or similarities?), and Lucas. All of these people are in one class with me… This one. My parents live in California, far away from their disappointment child here at Duke, but Karen, who I consider a mother, lives not too far away in Tree Hill (she's my ex-boyfriend's mom, but not Anna's.) You're probably wondering why I'm telling you all these random things about myself. Well… People were always telling me how awesome human sexuality class is, then I got there and Mr.Walsh told us ¾ of our grade will be based on a diary. I haven't kept a diary since I was 11, now he wants us to write down all of our thoughts and feelings about our relationships. He didn't say it, but I'm pretty sure he's expecting us to put all the juicy details of our sex lives, the old perv. It's like the Bedford Diaries without Milo Ventimiglia. I wonder if we'll have to share it with the class at the end of the year or something. Wouldn't that be hilarious, especially with all of us in the same class. Wow, we blew that course selection.
Ciao for now,
Brooke
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