Chapter 2
Stellar Butterfly:
Deer Diry:
My name is Stellar Butterfly. I'm 5 years old in kindergarten! I love school. It's so fun and I learn a lot of cool stuff! But for some reason a lot of the people make fun of me. I don't know why. Mommy says I'm specil. And that being specil is good. She says we're different from other familys. What does that mean? I asked Daddy but he won't answer me. My Daddy told me to write my name as Stella Diaz rater than my real name Stellar Butterfly. My Mommy and Daddy fight a lot about if I should use my real name. My Daddy said he thinks I should be as normal as possible to try not to attract "them". I don't know who them is. I want to know. Mommy says she'll tell me when I'm older. Why not now?! It's not fair!
Deer Diry:
Today was my 6th birthday. I invited my whole class to my party. Nobody came. Everyone says I'm to weird and it would be a lame party. It makes me sad.
Der Diari:
I made a friend! Her name is Diane. She's really nice! I hope we stay BFFs forever!
Daer Diary:
Somebody threw a pile of open ketchup packets at me during lunch. My new dress is all ruined! Diane tried to help but everyone kept laughing. I ran into the bathroom and cried.
Dear Diary:
I'm in 2nd grade now. People stopped making fun of me as often, but every once and awhile someone trips me in the hallway or calls me a name. It makes me sad but Diane always cheers me up.
Dear Diary:
I hate this! Diane has to move away! She was accepted to some special school for the "talented". I asked her to stay but she said no. She was my only friend and now she's gone! At least I'll get to see her for Christmas. I'm going to miss her so much. I'm crying so much right now. I just wish I was normal.
Dear Diary:
It's 3rd grade parent, teacher conferences today. I asked my Mother to wipe off her silly heart makeup so she could look professional. Nobody ever takes her seriously. She refused to take off the makeup. Why doesn't anybody ever do anything for me?!
Dear Diary:
I stopped signing my name as Stellar Butterfly. I'm now Stella Diaz. At least once I start Middle School I can have a fresh start as Stella and not some stupid name that sounds like it came straight from a cartoon...
Dear Diary:
It's been awhile since I've written in this thing. I'm going into my last year of Middle School. I still get made fun of for my pathetic name and pathetic parents who think stupid things. They act like being special is sooo amazing. Well it's not. People treat me like I'm a fugitive or something that needs to be locked away in a crazy asylum. I just wish I was normal! I just wish I knew why all the kids think I'm so different. I just wish... I just wish things were different.