Disclaimer: The characters of Twilight are owned by Stephenie Meyer. The original content and ideas of this story are mine.
September 2, 2011
Dear Diary,
Okay, Alice is a bitch. I really can't stand her. I was about to walk out the door to go to my first class, and she asked me if I was seriously considering wearing what I had on. It was jeans and a t-shirt. What was I supposed to wear? My ball gown and tiara are in storage. She just kept staring at me expecting some sort of response, so I told her yes, grabbed my back pack and ran out of the room. I don't like her at all.
My first class was History. It wasn't very exciting. It was filled with me fellow freshmen since it's a prerequisite.
I was really looking forward to my second class. It was my very first college English class. I walked in early and find myself a nice inconspicuous seat towards the back by the wall. The class filled quickly, and I kept getting the feeling of someone staring at me. I found the source of the stare down, and it was a boy. A real live, cute, boy. I tried to act cool and nonchalant and nearly fell out of my seat when I tossed my hair back. I could feel my entire face burning and the distinct sound of laughter from the direction of the starrer. He's probably looking at me because I'm an idiot, yet again.
There is nothing else to report on. I pretended to be asleep when Alice came in after dinner. I think she was trying to get my attention by banging around, but I didn't move. I think I heard her open my closet door, but I was afraid to look. I don't want to have to talk to her.
Until tomorrow,
Bella