Note:I just had to put the thing about hair in. It's just that my mom owns a hair salon, and she talks about it alot...
September 3, 1798
Dear Diary,
At school I gained a few new nicknames that I will go by:Freak Leader and Miss Wierd. I think there are other wierd or freaky people in this people, but the popular fools decided to choose me as the butt of their jokes. Must be my hair that they don't like. But their hair is really flat and has absolutely no movement what-so-ever, that's the exact opposite with me. My hair is nice and big and bouncy. Everybody knows that big is the new flat. I got a few new friends to. Well, only on, but a friend. She lives fairly close, like five minutes away, maybe ten. But who am I to count? There are qute a few people who are my enemies, like three quarters of the school, I think. But I don't need those losers anyway. They're just a bunch of punks and snobs that can't behave. Like on girls threatened to steal you and release all my secrets, but luckily I don't really write secrets in you, now go I? They also threatened to steal Twing Twang. With that I think I should ask Nariko to teach me some sword fighting moves and to throuw a good one two. I'm not an extremely violent person, only beating up people if I had to. No wonder people want to beat me up! I'm running out of things to write, so bye!
Three more chapters, I promise!
