Hello, my name is Maggie

Lisa gave me this journal a couple of months ago, so I decided to use it. But back to the subject…

My name is Maggie Simpson and I'm eleven years old and starting middle school tomorrow. The schools called Springfield middle school, so the city gets 2 points for creativity. Lisa said they have a good art section so I'm happy. My dream is to become an artist, and according to the others, my arts already pretty good. But they're family, so they're supposed to say its good.

Lisa is my big sis who's eighteen and starting collage. She's changed a lot since elementary. The red dress was replaced around my age, which is when Mac moved across next door. Her hair is longer and reaches her shoulders. She's also shifting between casual to grunge (she still plays the saxophone though) oh I forgot about Mac! Mac's got be her best friend since they're in the same classes. It goes to this strange kid Theo. He's a geek who says Lisa met him once, but she either forgot or is being chased by a psycho. I wouldn't be surprised with the latter.

My brother is Bart and is one badass guy. He's a Dj at the radio station with that skank Jessica Lovejoy. According to him, she's not as bad as she looks. Yeah, right. When he looks at her, all he does is go strait for the chest. Except for the beginning of a beard and an extra foot or so (which makes him 6"0) he hasn't changed much

Mom and dad are still the same. Mom gets by the day asking Lisa if Mac and her are a thing, nagging Bart to meet a nice girl, bugging me about the birds and the bees, and nagging dad to keep his pants on. I love her and all, but I wish she'd just shutup! I connect more to dad, who doesn't complain about my long spiky hair or my choice of music (metal forever!). He doesn't complain about how ridiculous my listing to motley crue at 10:00pm mixes with my instrument, the violin. I don't get it either, but I don't complain.

I'm running out of time. Moms nagging me to go to bed and dads on his way back from the new bar. I start school tomorrow, which is hell come true.

Night!