Disclaimer: The characters of Twilight are owned by Stephenie Meyer. The original content and ideas of this story are mine.
September 3
Dear Diary,
I am thinking of asking for a new room assignment. Today she who shall not be named asked me how long I have had my backpack and then told me she doubted Goodwill would even take it. What is her problem? I have never known anyone to be so concerned about what other people have. She also rearranged my shirts by color. Who does that?
I have the starrer in another class. It's Biology. He actually sat beside me in this one. He didn't really talk to me, he just stared. He's cute and a little twitchy, but I can't hold that against him. I hope he might talk to me in English tomorrow. I don't know how long he's going to stare, and whenever I think I'm about to say something I can feel the blush begin, so I just look down. At least he's not a mouth breather.
It's times like these that I wish I had a little bit more grace socially. It's pretty hard when a Dad that uses grunts as his main form of communication raises you. Oh well. Maybe I should plan out what I want to say to him. I could make myself sound cool and interesting.
Until tomorrow,
Bella