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