-Suzanne writes-
Dear diary,
Last summer, I promised to myself buy a diary and to write in it at least every two days. So here I am. It's 11 pm and today was the first day of school. I have to admit that I was a little nervous. It was my first day of high school, ever. I heard a lot about it from my brothers. Nick scarred me with his stupid stories about kids being thrown in dumpsters and evil food fights but I'm glad that I haven't experienced those things, yet. Papa assured me I was going to be fine. Okay, I'm procrastinating again. I should be telling you how the day actually went. Here I go:
I woke up, dressed myself ('cause I already picked my outfit the day before, just like papa always says: "Every day is an opportunity for fashion."), I fixed my hair, ate breakfast, brushed my teeth and went to school. It was kind of awkward, almost every freshman was awkward. My first class was history class. I wasn't sure if that was a pro or a con. I really love my dad but I wasn't sure how the other students were going to react if they found out their history teacher was actually one of my fathers. Dad promised me that he wouldn't embarrass me. I already took that with a grain of salt. I was sure, even how hard my father tried, he would embarrass me anyway. Guess what? I was right. The lesson went pretty well, everyone seemed to like him. It happened just a few seconds after the bell rang. He came to me and whispered: "Hey Emma, do you got enough tampons left? I saw some in the bin this morning and I was wondering if I have to buy more?". A lot of the girls started giggling. He tried to whisper but unfortunately, he wasn't whispering soft enough. I'm so happy that a lot of the students already left the classroom. My face became red. "Do we have to have this conversation right now?" I hissed. "Well, I just wanted to make sure!" he responded, totally unaware of the whispering girls behind him. "Dad, I'm fine thank you. I have to go to my next class. Bye." I told him and gave a quick hug. "Bye darling!" he shouted. I caught some weird looks from my fellow students. I ran away as fast as possible. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad but he can be so oblivious sometimes. Sigh, it's hard to be the only girl in a family full of guys. So I ran away and bumped into a guy. Yes, this day was really awkward. "Sorry!" I said. I looked up and I saw the guys. It was a ginger, probably a junior. The first thing that I noticed, after his hair, were his blue eyes. His outfit really made them pop out. He was dressed really nicely. "Ow, it's alright. It wasn't your intention right? By the way, the Alexander McQueen outfit looks rather nice on you." My mouth dropped. He recognized the designer of my outfit! "Thank you…" I said. I looked at my watch. "I gotta go. Bye.." I said a little insecure and I ran away. Nick was wrong. Not every junior/senior ate freshmans raw for breakfast. That guy was actually nice. You know, in High school, people always fall into certain groups. He looked like an outcast just like me. I think that group-thing is really stupid. I don't care about it. I think it's a little childish. You know diary, people have called me an old soul before. Maybe I'm just an old soul. I don't know. I always felt… older then my class mates.
Okay, I'm getting off topic. Back to school. Except for those 2 awkward moments in the morning, the day went pretty great. I really liked the classes. I don't know what to expect next but we'll just wait and see. I'm going to bed. I heard something, so I'm pretty sure dad or papa are on their way with a rant about sleep and I go to bed way too late. Bye diary!
- Emma