Dear Diary
One of the boys came up to me in class. He wanted to know what
the deal was between me and Miyuki. I said seatmates. He was
confused because apparently Miyuki doesn't get along with any of
the guys in class. I didn't realize that. Maybe Miyuki is the male version
of me. Except he's into baseball. I was invited to another game. I
may go. Depending on my grades. Father said they needed to be
perfect. Can't I just take a break. But he's like no breaks are a weakness
inherited by the weak and you are by no means weak. UGH! I'm in
middle school. I don't want to do this. But if I do go, I'm suppose
to bring honey lemons. I have no clue what that is. What is this mysterious
food. I thought Miyuki knew I couldn't cook. Maybe I'll look it up
later. It's getting late.
Kiyoko Aizyawa
