2nd September

Albuquerque, New Mexico.

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It wasn't so bad today, actually. They seemed to have realised I'm an actual human; have accepted that I'm supposed to be on Earth, and that means they have nearly stopped staring at me. I really hated it, you know. I've never liked attention - it's something that has always haunted me. The thought of people looking at you constantly, it gives me shivers up my spine.

It's creepy. It's like they've got nothing else to look at. Surely I'm not that interesting. I mean, there's got to be something better to look at than me. But yet again, hardly anybody new ventures into this little town, so I guess I can see why they are doing this. I'm new meat, in a sense. Except, I'm possibly stale, and smell bad, because no-one dares come up to talk to me.

They just stare. They don't even bother to say 'hi'. It's the second day this has happened, although yesterday was worse. Yesterday my lovely registration teacher Ms Darbus let me stand at the front of the class and stutter out my name and where I'd come from. I heard the gasp of air as I said my old life was back in LA. Everyone, or nearly everyone's mouths went like fish. Except one person, Sharpay Evans.

Before I even stepped into the school yesterday, I knew who she was. Her name was mentioned at last five times while walking down the grounds to the front door. I turned around when I heard her name for the fifth time to see a tall girl walking confidently with her blonde locks flying behind her. It appears she loves pink; even her car is that colour. Before she'd even looked at me I knew we wouldn't be best friends. I was right.

It seems she is quite… outspoken, shall we say. I sat back down after introducing myself only to find her muttering under her breath about how 'dirty' people from LA were. I was later told, by my new friend Kelsi, that Sharpay had always wanted to live in LA, but daddy could only afford a few visits. Looks like she was jealous…

But other people seem to be nice to me. I'm sure I'd have many more friends if they'd bother to come up and talk to me. I know I should probably do the same to them to get friends, but that's never been my style. I don't mean to sound cocky, like I'm too good to make the introductions, but I'm a little shy. I never like to make a scene. Going up to someone while you're being stared at by the whole cafeteria to ask them if they'll be your friend, is a little embarrassing. I didn't need more reasons for them to find me a freak.

Which I am.

I knew it from the moment that I walked into the science classroom. I looked around, finding that even though the lesson hadn't even started everyone, except a nice girl called Taylor had fallen asleep. East High is all about the sports, and some guy called Troy. I haven't met him yet, but by the sounds of it he's a stuck up, arrogant sporty snob. Yuck.

Yeah, so I walked in, and took a seat beside Taylor because she was the only person I knew there. She smiled in her own friendly way, and then began to take the notes on the board which the teacher was writing up. It was equations, something I'm generally quite good at. At my other school I had won prizes for Science, something I was proud of. I'm a general all rounder at school, I guess. People in the school in LA found it obnoxious that I was smart, but I took that in my stride. It's the same at every school; I'm used to it.

While I was copying down the equations, it seemed like one was wrong. So I decided to work it out in my head quickly to check if it was correct. It wasn't, and apparently I'd said it in front of the whole class. To say I blushed, was an understatement. I was very red! The entire class was looking on at me, some with glares, others with confused yet amazed glances. I told the teacher the correct answer, to which she realised was right. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. If I had a good science teacher, I'd be fine.

But after that it seemed like the new girl was now the maths geek. I didn't mind; I'd been called worse. And I knew it would happen anyway, so it wasn't a surprise.

But the thing that got me most today and yesterday, apart from the amount of staring directed at me, was the fact that nothing seemed to go on. It felt empty, and I can't help wondering why.

I just hope something interesting happens soon.

Albuquerque is already boring.

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A/N; The last chapter was incredibly small, so I hope this is a better length for you. I did warn you that it'd be like this, with very different sizes of chapters, because that is what a diary feels like. Yep, so I wanted to give you a bigger chapter today, just to make you, hopefully, smile.

Thank you for all the amazing reviews you've given me. They do mean a lot. I realised I'm getting about 2-3 per chapter, and although that is great, I'd really like to get about 5 each chapter. So I've set us a goal. You give me 5 or more reviews, I give you a new chapter. So if one day I don't update, you'll know why, so then you'd have to change that! I know from other stories that some people don't like this, but all I have to say is that when you're writing and updating every day, and not getting a lot of feedback it can get frustrating. So if we can just try this for a while, that'd be awesome.

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