Being Normal

Dear Diary,

Life pretty much sucks right now. It started getting messed up when Bobby entered the Traveler world. It was totally freaky, ironic, too, because it was right after we made out. I'm not sure I have feelings for him anymore, because we haven't seen each other for so long. There's also this totally cute guy in my biology class. Frankie, I think his name is. Even though he's amazingly smart, he's even better athletically. Should I dump Bobby? I'm not so sure he's even human anymore. Weird, I know. It's hard for myself to believe too. Plus, the way he talks about Loor and Aja almost makes it feel right to just separate from him. So should I? I'm not sure. In fact, I don't think I'm sure about anything right now. I'm so confused. The only person that keeps me sane is Mark. Before we became friends, I used to see him as a total nerdy dork. But now, I found out that he really understands people, and he's really easy to talk to. Maybe I should ask him what I should do.

About school. That sucks too. My grades are getting worse. I got a D + in Bio. My parents totally killed me. Maybe it's because I'm staring at Frankie half the class. I can't help it; his eyes are just so blue, and I love the way he runs his hand through his brown-black hair. Just thinking of him just makes my heart pump a hundred miles an hour.  At least my math grades are getting better. I went from a B to an A. That's cool.

Sports weren't all that mighty high before. Now I'm striving harder than I ever did. Is it because of Frankie? The soccer coach is thinking of letting me back on the team. I think I'll get away from Bobby's journals for now and deal with school. Maybe I'll read them later. The only thing that keeps my life from completely plummeting is Frankie. Am I too obsessed? Argh…I'm confusing myself. I think I'll go call Mark now.

Courtney

School's been cool. Guitar lessons are great, even though I just started. My teacher is so awesome. She has a Texan accent, and she laughs when I try to imitate her. On the first day, instead of giving me a long, boring lecture on stuff, we went straight to the guitar. She said I have an innate ability for the guitar. I guess I do, not to boast or anything. It looks like I have a good future of playing the guitar.

I know what your thinking. How can a boy have a diary? Well, girls aren't the only people who like to jot things down about life. I wouldn't necessary call this book a diary; it's more of a…log to me. Putting "Dear Diary" on the top would look too feminine. I don't think I need anything on the top, in fact. It saves me an extra line.

School's been normal, I guess. Nothing special. Yet.

Signed,

Frankie