A/N I'd just like to say, I hope I haven;t offended anyone with my attempt at an stereotypical slightly airheaded Californian teenager. I live in California, and I'm not that bad, so anyway in case anyone does get offended, I'll apologize.



Dear Diary,



Well the people look normal. The town looks boring. Collinsport's only hotspot is this place called the Blue Whale. It's an old fashioned pub/resturant. Dad thinks I could get a job there. As if! I think I'll look around a little more. I mean after all, I don't have any experience waitressing. babysitting, dogwalking-yeah. Anyway, I'll keep my eyes open. Around here things seem to function around this family called the Collins. They live in this big house called Collinwood. I think they own the town or something. Dad said they're looking for a new groundskeeper, I dunno what happened to they're old one. Anyway, he says the job comes with this old house rent free. Rent free! I don't think that exists in California. Mom's enrolled Charlie in the little school here. He seems to make friends easily enough so I guess he'll be ok. We're staying at the Collinsport Inn, which is the only hotel in this town. I guess people don't come here very often. I can see why, it's too....sleepy. Not at all like L.A. At least when my car gets here I can drive to the nearest big town. Maybe I'll get an apartment there or something so I can be near the hustle and bustle. Oh dad's colling me. It's off to the Blue Whale for dinner again. Whoopee. Ciao for now,

Rhiannon.





Dear Diary,

I just thought of something. Like if you could talk you'd wonder why I sign my name at the end right? Well after I'm dead and all, this diary will be published cos naturally people will want to get inside my head. I just thought I'd say something cos it would bug the hell out of me. Oh, today I saw a really hot guy! Like can you believe it? He's one of those Collins'. I know that cos I heard somebody address him as "Mr. Collins". I bet he's rich. I wonder if he's married. I should probably find out his name cos I mean, I can't call him "Mr. Collins" in my dreams now can I? That reminds me, time for bed. Hmmm, boxers or briefs? He looks like a briefs guy to me, or possibly jockeys. Ooooh. Ciao.