Friday, June 21st.
2:15pm.
Woah. I can't believe eighth grade is over already. Goodbye elementary school, hello high school. Well, that is if I was going to high school. My adoptive mother just dropped a bombshell on me that I could never have predicted: me being a princess. Of course, it's every girl's dream to be a princess, but for me, it is truly a nightmare. I have to leave my friends behind, and most importantly, my boyfriend. Well, okay. Frankie's not my boyfriend. In fact, I'm not even sure he realizes that I exist. Frankie Nelson has been my crush since fifth grade. I always dreamed of him waltzing up to me and asking me out. It never happened. I mean, I can't blame him. I'm terrible looking. My arms are too thin, my butt is too wide and my hair really needs a haircut.
Graduation is tonight. We've been practicing how we are all supposed to walk on and such for at least a week. A bunch of the In Girls are having a party after Grad too. Everyone's invited. Except me. You know, after I spilt that chocolate milk on Gracie(In Girl)'s dress in pre-K, she has never forgiven me. Gosh. I can't wait until this is all over! I have to endure tonight, then I can worry about all my other problems. Joy. Why can't I be like other teenagers? Why can't I be an In Girl? Some of the mysteries of my life, I guess. Well, I better get going. My mom, being perfect as she is, scheduled me in for a hair appointment. I'll write in later.