I have two stories that I'm writing on besides this one and I've decided to finish writing them one at a time. I pretty much know where I'm going with this one so I'm going to finish this one first. Oh and the January 1, 1954 should have been January 1, 1955. Sorry about any confusion.


Dear Diary, January 10, 1955

Tonight is the night it happened. It was the most special night of my life and I'm so happy that it happened with Buzz. Buzz picked me up tonight around seven. I wore a lavender skirt and a black, buttoned up shirt. We went to the cliff and we laid on the hood of his car for awhile just counting the stars and naming off the different constellations and making up new ones of our own. I'm not sure how long we had just been laying there, neither of us saying a word before Buzz rolled onto his side, leaned over me and kissed my lips softly.

"Your beautiful, honey," Buzz said after he pulled away. I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled his lips back down to mine. This time the kiss didn't just end quickly. We kissed and kissed until I was completely out of breath and then it happened. We made love. It was so romantic but afterwards when we we're still laying in each other's arms all I could think about was how much my dad would never understand. My mother would hate me but I felt like a new person. I felt like a woman and I felt loved. I just don't think I love him. Sure, I care about Buzz but I don't know if I love him. I'm not even sure if I know what love is. My life has changed so much in the past four months.

Dear Diary, February 14, 1955

Today was horrible. Buzz is definitely not even the tiniest bit romantic. He didn't even know what day it was! You should have heard him at school. Iwore a beautiful pink dress and I had a sheer, pink scarf in my hair. I looked amazing, if I do say so myself, which I have to say myself because Buzz never evenseemed to notice!

It all started first thing this morning when I climbed into his car with him and the other kids when we started on our way to school.

"Hey honey," Buzz said, kissing my cheek before speeding off quickly toward school. I wasn't disappointed right away. I mean, I figured maybe he was just waiting to surprise me later so I just sat in silence the rest of the way to school.

I didn't get to talk to Buzz or any of the others again until lunch and when I got my tray I walked over to our table and sat down beside Buzz at the table. Buzz put his arm around me as we both began to eatlunch. When everyone was at the table he finally spoke.

"Did you guys know it's Valentine's Day?" Buzz asked, glancing around at all of us. I was surprised but I refused to let the others notice. The other guys around the table started laughing. My face started growing hot and I knew I was beginning to blush.

"Love's day," Crunch said, doing the best imitation of girls's voice that I have ever heard, "It's pathetic." Buzz laughed and nodded in agreement.

My mom, unlike me, had a perfect Valentine's Day. My dad got her two dozen roses and a box of chocolates. He had always been thoughtful, at least to her.

My little brother was even being romantic today. He made a sweet Valentine's Day card for a little girl at school. I felt so horrible and left out.

Dear Diary, April 10, 1955

Today was Easter and the day couldn't have been worse. I had gotten a beautiful new dress for today. It was yellow and black. The top was yellow and the skirt was black. My family had plans and we we're supposed to have a great day but things just didn't work out. The second I walked downstairs my father told me I looked like a tramp and started scrubbing the lipstick off of my face. I was so ashamed that I ran as fast as I could to find Buzz. When I found him he was with the other kids. For most of the day we just hung out on the cliff but tonight Buzz decided that we should go find a way to entertain ourselves.

About half an hour later we we're hidden in the shadow of an alley watching a middle aged man carry his bags toward an apartment building. We all jumped out at once and ran to him, making a circle around him. We begin hitting at him and tearing his bags until we heard the sirens of the police cars andthen we all started running.

I somehow got separated from the other kids and ended up getting picked up by the police. I was taken directly to the police station and told to wait until a officer in the juvenile division could talk to me.

I was sitting there waiting when they brought this boy in. He looked like a geek, well, in away. He was drunk, I could tell by the way he kept making stupid noises and couldn't seem to stand up straight. He was about my age and pretty good looking. It wasn't long after he got there that I was finally called back to talk to the officer. I was talking to Ray again. He talked to me for a few minutes and then asked me if I wanted him to call my father. I told him what my father had said about me but he didn't seem to care. That's what I hate about these officers. They only seem to believe the parents.

He told me that he would call my father and I wouldn't have to go to juvenile hall so I told him to call but instead he called my mother and she came to pick me up. All the way homeall I heard was what a huge disappointment I was. Too bad I already knew that.