August 23rd, 2009
Dear Diary,
So like, high school is really scary. There's so many people, so many clubs to join, all that stuff. And being a new school, it's even scarier. I miss all of my friends in Quantico. They don't have a dance club here though But they do have a cheerleading squad. Maybe I'll try out for it. I saw some really pretty girls at the sign-up sheet. One was blonde, like me. And the other girl has dark hair and skin, like she's tanned. Her name is Santana. I only know that because she's in my history class. It'll get easier. Better. I'll make friends. That's why I want to be a Cheerio. (Why did they name their squad after a cereal?) I'm going to try my hardest. But I have to sleep now. Goodnight diary.
Xoxo, Brittany
Brittany sighed and put down her pen, and shut her diary. She put her diary in the bedside drawer, and climbed under the blankets. They cheerleading tryouts were the next day, and she was nervous. The other girls, Santana and the blonde girl, looked pretty and fit. Brittany didn't think she could compete with them. It was getting late, and Brittany knew if she wanted to do well at the tryouts, she needed to get enough sleep. Brittany turned the lamp light off, and laid her head down on the pillow.