That wasn't a great intro for a diary, is it? Ten years from now, I'll think I was such a dark person. Silly me of the future, that's not it at all! I hope you didn't forget what meant so much to me when I was sixteen. I really loved drawing and singing and kung fu and flower arranging and tennis and cosplay and baking and oh, the list could go on! I wasn't a dark kid at all! I loved talking to others; it just took a little time to feel comfortable. When I was little I was much more quiet. I'm not perfect, I have my ups and downs, duh.
Okay okay, that's enough for the 'bringing it back to reality' thing. So I've been trying to get into this high school called Wilds High for a while now, and I was pretty happy when I got accepted. I'm going to be living with my Auntie, even though there are student dorms provided. My parents were happy, although at first they thought I could shoot higher and get into something more prestigious; yeah, and then I got so many letters of declination (is that even a phrase?) that I just complained to Ken for weeks.
Speaking of Ken, he was accepted into Wilds High too. His dad isn't too keen on it though, since his dad's in the military. I still remember when we were little we'd go to Ken's backyard and his dad would force us to learn his military commands. Ken's a big softie, but he was never bullied in elementary or middle school, which is great now that I think about it.
Ken was my friend ever since nursery school. He's dear to me, and before I took up hair dyeing as a hobby people thought we were siblings. Funny though, his green eyes were bright and my super dark eyes clashed.
Jeez, why am I reminiscing about the past now? This is a really boring first entry. Then again, it is the summer and not a lot happens. I'll be neglecting you until the first day of school then, Diary.