January 15, 2011
Dear Diary,
Ugh! I hate this. But since I'm already failing English and Mrs. Marsh told me to write a 100-day journal for extra credit, then I guess I'm doing this.
Anyway, I hate being back at sixth-grade. There's no thrill to it, except the occasional prank and the hallway bullies. Ha! I've tackled worse than bullies. A whole team of them. The Holts, The Wizards, The Starlings, The OHs and even...The Kabras.
Although they did turn out alright in the end. Well, the children I suppose. I don't know what's going on with Isabel and that fancy hairdo of hers. Great-Uncle Fiske won't tell me anything and the same can be said for Mr. McIntyre.
Forget this, I'm going to write a list of things or subjects I'll talk about in my next journal entries:
-Skinny Jeans
-Amy
-Natalie Kabra
-Call of Duty: Black Ops
-Grace
-Great Aunt Beatrice
-Gerbils
-Tiffany Millar
-Algebra
-Romeo and Juliet
With all the lovey-dovey love I can muster,
Dan