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June 22, 1991
Dear Journal,
Well, school's over now so I have lots of free time on my hands. It's so weird over here. I miss Florida. I liked it when my dad worked on Eglin and I went to school at Shalimar Elementary. I had friends there, I had a life. Sure, England is cool, but it's not home. Back home we would go to the beach all the time. My mom had the summer off so she would take us and some of our friends a couple times a week. It was so cool to have a teacher for a mom. She was actually my third grade teacher. Though sometimes it stinks to have a teacher for a mom, like she always knew when I had homework. She's the one that told me to keep this journal. She wanted me to keep records of my time living here. She says it will be a very valuable resource for me. Whatever that means.
I guess I'll go bike down to the park now. My little sister is pestering me to go do something with her. She's only six so she can't go out and about on her own. I'm ten. I'll be eleven on August 4th, she'll be seven. For some strange reason we share a birthday. I used to think she was my birthday present from God. Now I think she's a torture device. Mom says it's just a stage I'm going through. Whatever that means.
I just wish I could get away from Jennifer. Jennifer's my baby sister. At least I'll be at a different school than her this year. They call it secondary school here, but it's middle school back home. I wish I was going to Ruckel Middle School with my friends. We had such big plans before my dad got stationed here.
Ugh, now mom's yelling at me to go take my sister outside. She's very busy applying for teaching jobs over here. I hope she gets one, then she'll be happier.
Lisa (Am I supposed to sign my name in a journal? I know you're supposed to in a letter, but I don't know about journals…whatever)
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