Dear Diary,

Angela gave me this diary.

Best thing about it would be that it isn't pink.

The worst thing…well, the list goes on.

It's freaking Christmas, and this is what I got. I guess I should use this properly, however that is.

Scene at Christmas:

Rachel: Angela, what's this?

Angela (My mom): A present, honey! (Irritated) And stop calling me Angela, I don't see your friends calling their mothers by their first name.

Rachel promptly rips wrapping paper apart.

Rachel: A book. Wow. (Opens book) And it's blank too, Angela, thanks, way to exercise my imagination. Did Mr. Grayson advise you on that?

Angela looks embarrassed.

Angela: It's a diary, Rachel, stop being silly. So what if Mr. Grayson suggested I give you a diary?

Rachel mutters under her breath. "busybody."

Angela: What?

Rachel: Nothing. What's it supposed to do?

Angela: Well, you write in it.

Rachel: Nice. I write in it. What, am I supposed to make this into a 'niche for my angsty teenage thoughts'?

Angela: (in a softer, loving tone) Such a smart girl. You remembered what he said, word for word?

Rachel: I guessed.

Angela snaps out of odd motherly trance.

Angela: Merry Christmas, honey.

Rachel: What about my Chapters gift card?

Angela: Oh, I forgot, sorry, honey. I'll get it ASAP.

Rachel: Whatever.

Angela exits stage right.

Scene fades to black.

Don't be fazed by my mother's quick wit back there. She's actually very wise...when the time comes. Occasionally.

Yeah. I guess you don't know much about me.

Name: Rachel Roth

Mother's Name: Angela Roth (She has something against cults. Always accuses me of joining those, instead of being like my friend Kori's mom, and accusing her of taking crack.)

Father's name: Unknown. (Angela won't tell me. So I guess I was one of those love-children or something. Shagadelic?)

Age: 14 years

Birthday: You'll know when the time comes. I don't like it much anyways. I've got reasons. Maybe I'll tell you…one day. When you, Dear Diary, decide to do a cartwheel.

Description: Boring brown hair. Not a buxom brunette. I think my old purple highlights are still there from Halloween. My face…is pale. My mom says fair. I say pale. But somehow dark, says my friend Kori. She's got a tan. She wants my 'tan'.

Career Goal: Writer. Film Writer. Horrors especially.

Friends:

Kori-I've mentioned her, haven't I? Kori Anderson. My best friend. She's a girl. She's my best girl friend. The others think I'm weird. I don't mind it much. She was from this place really far away, but she transferred, and then she learned English. I taught her, but not really. Her object of affection, Rickard 'Dick' Grayson taught it to her mostly. Her parents are travelling Broadway people, so they…travel…a lot. She has this real bitch of a sister, Amanda (Mandy). They're half sisters. Which explains how Mandy got her black hair and strangely violet eyes. I'm guessing contacts? But back to the subject, she's a bitch, and she's in college. She visits every once in a while to piss us off enough to last the next couple of months we'll have without her. Oh joy. Anyways, off topic again, But I am talking to a diary...She's really happy all the time, and she's always there for girl talk, even when I'm not. She loves anyone, and if you want to piss her off, you actually have to try. Hard.

Richard Grayson- Nicknamed Dick. Don't ask me why…It's probably just the common nickname. I think. He prefers the nickname. I think Gar feels its good for his health if he uses the word out of context at least 3 times a day. Kori just loves him. He just loves Kori. They are completely blind. Occasionally, it's nauseating. He sometimes asks me to advise him on how to get her, but anytime I ask about that topic (which is who he's trying to talk to me about) he turns red and changes the subject. I mean, REALLY. You just spent 5 minutes trying to build up to that, and I go, "You mean Kori?" And he goes, "No… (mumbles incoherently, I try to remember, but it's not quite that worth it) nothing like that….cheese?" And then, some annoying busybodies just feel like going 'Oh look, Dick loves Rachel.' That was Grade 2. It sparked a small fallout with me and Kori when she first came and heard about it. But that's all fine and done with. His dad's a psychologist. I don't like him much. His dad, I mean. To be a psychologist, don't you have to be sane? But Dick is pretty nice. He sometimes gets into extremem leader mode, especially when we're organizing something. He' s also got a strange craving for numchuck-shaped chocolates/cookies all the time..

Garfield Logan- Really happy, funny guy. Best guy friend. I think he's going to be a comedian some day. Or a scientist. You never know with him. He's the only guy that can get me out of my moods. With help from Vince. He stands up for me, and he's nice. But he's quite popular, along with Dick and Vince. Shame. He's really into Reggae, Cipes and The People, and that sort of thing. He's almost like a hippy, but…less hippy. Did that make sense?

Victor Stone- Brother. Like one, I mean. He's probably made of stone too, he's huge. He's really funny too. Gar's best friend. They love videogames. My mother loves him and Gar too. He's always so solid, and he's always there for you. Like I said earlier, it's like he's made of stone. He's taken to making those insanely numchuck-shaped cookies/chocolates for Dick.

Well, there you have it Dear Diary, my best friends. The most mentioned ones too. If any others come up, I'll build on that.

So…It's Christmas Break, I'm going to go goad Angela to let me skip this counselling session and go to Starbucks with the aforementioned 4. That's got a nice ring to it.

See ya.