January 8th 2002:
Dear Diary-
My mom gave this diary to me when I found out we were moveing. She told me that if I couldn't talk about my feelings, then maybe I could at least write them out. At first I didn't want to, I thought that I didn't have and "problomes" or "feelings" that I needed to write out. But then today was my first day of my new high school here in Texas, and after a day like that, I thought that the only way I wouldn't flip out, is if I vented a bit.. So diary, thats what you are for.
Well it started out fine, I tried to dress up a little to impress my new class mates.. so I wore my jean skirt and a orange hulter top. I let my brown hair lay curly on my bare back. I walked into the packed school, the halls had so many kids that you could barley see two feet in front off you.
I finaly made it to the front office, after waht seemed etternity. I glided up nervously behind a kid arguing with an older lady to let him use the phone. She refused one last time, and the angry teen age boy throw up his hands in distress and walked out mumbling harsh words under his breath.
"Can I help you?" The lady asked, shakeing her head to forget the dispute she just had.
"Um, yea.." I fumbled around my bag for the registration papers.. finding them I placed thhe pile onto the blue tiled counter. She grabbed them, and pulled her glasses that hung from a beaded chain, up to her crystal blue eyes.
"Oh, Tuesday White, we've been expectiong you." She smiled bleakly, and put the papers under the counter. She then shffled through a large pile on her desk, and suceeded in finding my schedual. "Here you are, there will be someone to show you around.." She glanced at her watch, "He should be here by now.."
Well the guide eventually showed up, his name was Jack. He seemed pretty nice, but he hinted that he didn't want to be there, that he'd rather be off with his friends..I guess he was let out of his classes early, because he was there waiting for me after each one.
The first two classes were alright, it was Geomatry first, and that had mostly freshmen in it, and then Us History witch was for sophmores, they didn't bother me much. It wasn't untill I went into english when the trouble began. Jack was in that class with me too, so I figured that the rest were all Juniors too.
Jack opend the door for me, and guided me in with a weak smile. AS soon as I was in the door her deserted me to go sit with his friends. I just stood in the entrance not knowing what to do. The teacher was on the other side of the room lectureing another student. I looked around at me new suroundings. The door opend behind me, and some tall guy ran right into me.
I stumbled over dropping some books that landed with a crash on the dusty floor.
"Excuse me!" He stated abruptly, and pushed by me to get to his desk, sighing I bent over and collected my things. The teacher finshed talking to the girl, and noticed me.
"Your the new girl arnt you?" He stupidly asked.
"Yea,"
"Well, welcome, my names Mr. Green," he studied the room, "You can sit there, behind Jill." He pointed to a blond girl that was fixing her hair in a mirror. I nodded and made my way over a few backpacks and books that were scatterd on the floor.
The kids began to whisper a bit, wandering who I was, and then started asking more out loud hopeing I would answer. Mr. Green pulled a slip of paper from his clutterd desk, and read it.
"Alright.." He started, trying to quiet the class down, they didn't respond. "Come on people, it's time for class.." The kids begant o groan a little and turn back to face the front of the room. Once everyone was paying attention, he began again.
"As you've noticed we have a new student, why don't you stand up and tell us your name and where you are from.." He extended his hand telling me to stand up, I did so shakeing a bit.
"Uh, my name is Tuseday White.." The kids snikcerd a bit.. "And I moved from L.A.."
"Why did your parents name you Tuseday?" Some snot noes girl asked, many people have asked me befor and it really pisses me off, so I just tell them a logical answer.
"Because I was born on Tuesday.." I said dryly. She didn't say anything, and I just sat down irritated. I glanced over to where Jack was sitting, he looked in my direction and slightly grinned. He loked back as Mr. Green anounced that their homework was due, but I could'nt keep my eyes off of him. There was just something about him.
He wasn't that cute.. Well I guess he was, but he wasn't really my type. I've always gone after the reble types, he's all put together, wearing clothes from Old Navy and The Gap.. Well my old relationships were one of the reasons we had to move here. So who knows, maybe I whould be shopping in the preppy department.. Not that he would even like me, obveously no one likes the new girl.. haven't seen much of that today.
Lunch was pretty bad too. I had no one to sit with, so I sat next to my locker, people were absentmindly kicking my feet as they walked by. I hate this town, everyone lives on a farm or some kind or ranch. Our house is on 20 acers, and Dad has even bough a few horses, to "fit in" as he says. The house is like a log cabin, it smells like pine. Everywhere smells so fresh, nothing like the smog of L.A.
Well mom's calling me for our "family" dinner.. she thinks it will help me and the family become a family again.. Whatever..
~*~Tuesday~*~
Dear Diary-
My mom gave this diary to me when I found out we were moveing. She told me that if I couldn't talk about my feelings, then maybe I could at least write them out. At first I didn't want to, I thought that I didn't have and "problomes" or "feelings" that I needed to write out. But then today was my first day of my new high school here in Texas, and after a day like that, I thought that the only way I wouldn't flip out, is if I vented a bit.. So diary, thats what you are for.
Well it started out fine, I tried to dress up a little to impress my new class mates.. so I wore my jean skirt and a orange hulter top. I let my brown hair lay curly on my bare back. I walked into the packed school, the halls had so many kids that you could barley see two feet in front off you.
I finaly made it to the front office, after waht seemed etternity. I glided up nervously behind a kid arguing with an older lady to let him use the phone. She refused one last time, and the angry teen age boy throw up his hands in distress and walked out mumbling harsh words under his breath.
"Can I help you?" The lady asked, shakeing her head to forget the dispute she just had.
"Um, yea.." I fumbled around my bag for the registration papers.. finding them I placed thhe pile onto the blue tiled counter. She grabbed them, and pulled her glasses that hung from a beaded chain, up to her crystal blue eyes.
"Oh, Tuesday White, we've been expectiong you." She smiled bleakly, and put the papers under the counter. She then shffled through a large pile on her desk, and suceeded in finding my schedual. "Here you are, there will be someone to show you around.." She glanced at her watch, "He should be here by now.."
Well the guide eventually showed up, his name was Jack. He seemed pretty nice, but he hinted that he didn't want to be there, that he'd rather be off with his friends..I guess he was let out of his classes early, because he was there waiting for me after each one.
The first two classes were alright, it was Geomatry first, and that had mostly freshmen in it, and then Us History witch was for sophmores, they didn't bother me much. It wasn't untill I went into english when the trouble began. Jack was in that class with me too, so I figured that the rest were all Juniors too.
Jack opend the door for me, and guided me in with a weak smile. AS soon as I was in the door her deserted me to go sit with his friends. I just stood in the entrance not knowing what to do. The teacher was on the other side of the room lectureing another student. I looked around at me new suroundings. The door opend behind me, and some tall guy ran right into me.
I stumbled over dropping some books that landed with a crash on the dusty floor.
"Excuse me!" He stated abruptly, and pushed by me to get to his desk, sighing I bent over and collected my things. The teacher finshed talking to the girl, and noticed me.
"Your the new girl arnt you?" He stupidly asked.
"Yea,"
"Well, welcome, my names Mr. Green," he studied the room, "You can sit there, behind Jill." He pointed to a blond girl that was fixing her hair in a mirror. I nodded and made my way over a few backpacks and books that were scatterd on the floor.
The kids began to whisper a bit, wandering who I was, and then started asking more out loud hopeing I would answer. Mr. Green pulled a slip of paper from his clutterd desk, and read it.
"Alright.." He started, trying to quiet the class down, they didn't respond. "Come on people, it's time for class.." The kids begant o groan a little and turn back to face the front of the room. Once everyone was paying attention, he began again.
"As you've noticed we have a new student, why don't you stand up and tell us your name and where you are from.." He extended his hand telling me to stand up, I did so shakeing a bit.
"Uh, my name is Tuseday White.." The kids snikcerd a bit.. "And I moved from L.A.."
"Why did your parents name you Tuseday?" Some snot noes girl asked, many people have asked me befor and it really pisses me off, so I just tell them a logical answer.
"Because I was born on Tuesday.." I said dryly. She didn't say anything, and I just sat down irritated. I glanced over to where Jack was sitting, he looked in my direction and slightly grinned. He loked back as Mr. Green anounced that their homework was due, but I could'nt keep my eyes off of him. There was just something about him.
He wasn't that cute.. Well I guess he was, but he wasn't really my type. I've always gone after the reble types, he's all put together, wearing clothes from Old Navy and The Gap.. Well my old relationships were one of the reasons we had to move here. So who knows, maybe I whould be shopping in the preppy department.. Not that he would even like me, obveously no one likes the new girl.. haven't seen much of that today.
Lunch was pretty bad too. I had no one to sit with, so I sat next to my locker, people were absentmindly kicking my feet as they walked by. I hate this town, everyone lives on a farm or some kind or ranch. Our house is on 20 acers, and Dad has even bough a few horses, to "fit in" as he says. The house is like a log cabin, it smells like pine. Everywhere smells so fresh, nothing like the smog of L.A.
Well mom's calling me for our "family" dinner.. she thinks it will help me and the family become a family again.. Whatever..
~*~Tuesday~*~