Hi this is my first book so even though haters gotta hate, please don't hate.
Dear Diary,
Or should I say Frankie. Don't judge me just because I assumed you were female and called you Frankie. But you gotta prob with that? Yeah I know that I'm lying when I say things like that because I'm a natural wimp but I love myself and that's what matters. Ok I've gotta stop lying. My name is Saffron Candler and I have the WORST high-school life ever. The only reason why I'm writing in you Frankie is because I needed 'something to write out my expressions on'. Well that's what my mother said anyway. Everyone at one time of life must've read at least the blurb of Diary of a Wimpy Kid. I loved that book because just like me he had a terrible school-life. Well technically my high-school only started today and that was when the fun began. I hope you realised I was sarcastic there Frankie, because the fun started for everyone but me. Ok it started when as I came down stairs my "cute" younger brother, Niall, flicked some food on my shirt and ran away laughing mischievously. Yes, my brother was kinda named after One Direction, but he's four now, not one or two. Ah how I wish he still was the quiet baby he used to be. Oh by the way I am a complete Directioner. My favourite is Harry because of his incredible hair. I mean have you seen those curls?! Ow! I was just squealing and jumping so hard I hit my head on the roof. I am unexpectedly tall and so I fall over very easily which becomes a common nuisance. So anyway, when I got to school everyone was staring at me weirdly. I asked my friends Nate or Nerdy Nate and Wendy or Weird Wendy what happened. Wendy asked what happened to my shirt and I realised that the stuff spilt on my shirt looked terrible, just like... Vomit! Oh I am so gunna kill that kid when I get home I thought, but I changed my mind later and I'll tell you why. My first teacher was terrible. Her name was Mrs Hill, she was terrible because she thought that eleven times zero was zero. I mean everyone knows the answer is eleven. Wait it is right? Anyway I hated her so much I asked to the bathroom but went to the "sick bay" and said I vomited and the stain on my shirt was actually useful. I got to go home and as soon as I got home I gave Niall a cookie that was in the jar on top of the fridge. He hugged me because he could never reach those cookies and he loved the chocolate ones. Well it's getting late so I guess that I'll have to got to bed now since it's already eight pm.
Good night Diary. (I mean Frankie. Oh I'll never get used to this.)