A/N: okay, this is my second fanfic. this story is told in diary format;i've never done that before, so if you don't like it, let me know. hopefully this story is not as predictable as it sounds. maybe a tradgedy WON'T bring them together...you'll just have to read and find out!

January 10th

I've never been the kind of person who keeps a diary. I always thought it was pretty stupid. I mean, what's the point? You write down basically your whole life into some dumb little book, and what good does it do you? It's not like a diary can give you advice or anything.

Considering what I've just said AGAINST diaries, I bet you're pretty confused as to why I'm writing one. Well, I guess lately I've felt that I have no one else to talk to, so why not talk to a book! Wow, I feel ridiculous. You're an inanimate object, so why am I talking to you?

This is definitely going to take some getting used to.

Hmm...if I'm going to be sharing all my private thoughts with you, I guess I'd better tell you a little bit about myself, huh?

Well, my name is Elizabeth Malone (don't even ask my middle name, cuz I'm NOT going to tell you!) I'm fifteen years old, and I live in Boston. I absolutely HATE it when people call me Elizabeth. I prefer to be called Liz, or even Lizzie. My mom always calls me Elizabeth, even though I've told her practically a million times not to. My dad rarely calls me Elizabeth cuz he knows I hate it. Usually he only calls me that when he's mad at me.

Now that I've mentioned my parents, I guess I should tell you about them.

My mom's name is Christina. She and Dad divorced when I was really young. I can barely remember what life was like when they were married.

Mom's pretty self-absorbed. She's also not really the motherly type, but she does have her moments.

My dad's name is Sam. He used to be a relief-pitcher for the Boston Red Sox. Now, he's the owner of a bar called Cheers. Dad can be self-absorbed at times, but he's certainly not as bad as Mom.

...back to me for a second...I absolutely DISPISE baseball. Well, all sports for that matter. I think that kinda disappointed Dad, but he's gotten used to the idea...okay, back to my parents.

I live with Dad. I could never really understand why Mom didn't try to get partial custody of me. I asked her once when I was about ten. She said it was because she didn't think she could handle the responsibility of raising a child. I'm not sure if that's true. I kinda got the feeling she was just telling me that so I'd shut up and leave her alone. Maybe it's a little bit of both?

Even though I'm not very close to her, I love her very much. I always feel so happy when she calls me up and asks if I want to go see a movie, go shopping, or something. It doesn't happen very often though.

So, I spend most of my time with Dad.

He's not crazy about me staying home by myself all the time, while he's at work, so sometimes I just go with him.

I love everyone at Cheers. They're like...well, family I guess. That sounds corny, I know, but it's true.

Coach is probably one of my most favorite people in like the whole world. He used to coach baseball, and now he's a bartender at Cheers. He may be a bit slow, some may even say he's stupid, (if I ever hear anyone say that though, I'll break their face!) he is the sweetest old man.

Carla is another cool person. She is a waitress at the bar. She is a divorced mother of four-almost five! She's really tough, and pretty spunky (I HATE the word spunky, but it's the best word I could think of to describe her).

Cliff Clavin and Norm Peterson are two of Dad's regulars. They're pretty cool, though Cliff can be pretty weird at times...oh, who am I kidding, he's always weird! He's a really nice guy though, so we all put up with his weirdness.

Well, it's pretty late, and I'm getting EXTREMELY tired, so I'm going to stop for the night.

Tomorrow I'll tell you about Diane...shudder.

A/N: PLEASE review! if you review mine, i'll review yours. even if it's in a different category. i'll read anything. :)

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