September 3, 2007
Dear Diary,
I've never thought I'd start a diary. Like, what am I, eleven? But I decided to do it anyway. When I'm big and famous, on a cover of every magazine, on every talk show and when I'll be a judge on X Factor, I might forget all these short, high school years. And hey, I want my autobiography (or biography, haven't decided yet) to be 100% true. Besides, I want to save all my beautiful youngness somewhere. It's not going to be eternal.
Anyways, I just started school. Yay. I guess. Let me just say - I am already a queen bee. And I'm a freaking FRESHMAN. To be honest, I'm not surprised. This whole school is just filled with losers. For example, Mona Vanderwaal. I have nothing against glasses, but sexy glasses that these teachers in porn always have (not like I'm watching, but Jason's got quite a big collection, gross). She has these old glasses, looking like tires. And don't get me started on her braces. She wanted to befriend me the very first day. She walked to me and asked me if she can be my friend. Again, what are we, eleven? Gosh. I just started laughing. At first, people looked and me like I'm a murderer, like I did something wrong. But a few seconds later - they started laughing, too. Poor Mona. Sorry not sorry, girl.
To be honest, it's hard for such a queen bee like me to find her own hive and working bees. I mean, Naomi and Riley would fit that role, but they're too... obedient? They will do anything I want. It's not a challenge. I want my working bees to be unique, just like me, and I want our friendship to evolve. And while it's evolving, crush them. Just like that. I don't want to just be besties after a few minutes. I have to be picky. I noticed this girl, Spencer, in European History, she was one of a few people that didn't laugh with me when that Mona thing happened, in fact, she went after Mona to the girls bathroom when she started crying. She is just soooo focused on her own thing, does she even have a life? Probably her mommy and daddy want her to go to Princeton or Harvard. Who needs college when you're pretty and young? Anyway, she looks tough. And even though she seems like she's studying all the time, she dresses nice.
I also noticed Ariana (or Aria?), Emilie and Hannah. Ariana is just a lone wolf, drawing in her sketch book all the time. My gaydar is going crazy when I'm around Emillie. And Hannah... well, she's pretty. Seems funny. She only needs to lose some weight, I can help her with that. Vomiting never killed anybody, right? I hope so. I don't want my working bees to die. Not yet.
Well, that ends this entry, I guess. I'm going shopping with my mom and Jason. Gotta have them cute clothes, right? I have to pick something sporty, field hockey is looking for a freshman, and well, I can play field hockey well and Spencer is going to be there. I'll tell you all about it. Until next time, my dear diary.
Alison.
Thank you so much for reading this! If you enjoyed (and even if you didn't) please, leave a review! And also, keep in mind that English is not my first language and I don't have a beta (yet, if you want to be my beta, please, contact me!), so there might be a few grammatical errors. In the next chapter, you'll see this field hockey thing with Spencer and possibly how the other girls met Alison and talked with her.