Day One
Dear Journal,
Wow I never thought I'd be doing on of these, but it's my first day of high school so I better get all this down. So the day began just like any other except well I was really alone. I saw some old friends but hell there was no point to even saying hi. They did not like me anymore, after we branched off it was easy for them to get new friends. As I sat waiting to be "sorted" to my home room I looked on at all the happy faces talking to people they knew. What a joke, happy faces never really were real. They were putting on a mask just to see what everyone has been doing good or bad. As it became my turn I walked by myself to a dark room full of things with colorful letters on it. Oh goodie, The Spanish room! I sat and sat until I saw someone I knew and she looked good. Better then I remember at least, she talked my ear off, I thought oh a friend until I saw just how alone she was too. We just got sat together because we knew each other and we would be stuck side by side for the rest of the day.
My first class was started with a bang me, and Fran, the girl, walked and of course she still chatted away. I sat down and tried to breathe. I always get nervous. So as we sat there I saw him, the bully, of the class I could already tell. He had the size of a junior and the spunk of a senior with a pencil thin mustache that looked like shit. His name was Derk, and I hope I never have to deal with him again. It all started with me and Fran leaving the room after class and being more friendly, as we did this he strolled by and made himself known. The way he smiled was sickening and the way he spoke worse. He slowly tried to act cool, but we weren't fooled that easily and we walked on by. He seemed to have his eye on Fran, but hell who would. Okay okay she was cute, and smart but a tad loud and annoying. I don't need that anyways I need to be more into school then girls.
As my second class started she sat on the other side of the room and I sat by two boys of my age. The first was a rather big boned kid, with an attitude that said "I play football, that means I'm cooler than you", his name was Claude and he was a bit of a dummy, but we got along. Next to him was Jack, he seemed even dumber and he acted as if he was the best thing coming. I started to notice how this school was full of jerks today and it did not stop there. They were talking about the biggest kid in our class my rival in all things, Rory. He was a total idiot. I know I say that a lot, but in grade school I was surprised he didn't fail. He was an animal really, a brute. They chatted away about him and I butted in I knew him and of course they did not care. SO that class flew by and then I saw her.