June 5th, 1973

Dear Diary,

Oh my gosh!! You'll never ever guess what I found out today!! Candice Weatherly is a Partridge Family fan!! She has every one of their albums and every 16 magazine pin-up of Keith (She even had a double and gave it to me. I'll have to hide that from Mom!!).

Also, not only is she a complete Partridge Family fan, but she is the one who came up with my same idea for what we should write our poem about. "Let's do a love poem," she said, "For some wonderful guy we're in love with." And then instantly we both looked to her poster. She wasn't angry about it either, we both laughed and she exclaimed excitedly. "That's it! Let's write a love letter to Keith!" It was great! I think Candice Weatherly and I will get along just fine!

We spent the next hour in her room mulling over copies of 16 and writing our feelings down on paper. We finally have about eight lines we both agree on. She and I are both decided to keep things generic. We don't want anybody to know whom our poem is about.

At about four, Candice's cousin came over with her mother and joined us in Candice's bedroom. Her name's Karri and she's also super nice and a large Partridge Family fan. Very gracious too. She, like Candice, didn't care a bit that we all had a crush on the same boy. I can't believe how easily they got a confession out of me, and then when they learned that Keith was my next-door neighbor and that I had gone out with him, I had their total undivided attention all the way until Mr. Weatherly called us to dinner. Salad and roasted chicken. Just the type of thing Mom would cook for me at home.

It feels so great to finally fit in somewhere. I guess Karri comes over a lot so I'll probably see her whenever I see Candice. I now have two new friends. They remind me a lot of the friends I left in the old neighborhood: Cheery, friendly and extreme Partridge Family fanatics. I guess moving to San Pueblo wasn't so bad after all. Things are really beginning to look up.

Guess that's it,

Donna

P.S. Oh wait! I need to continue my poem to Keith. I decided to scrap the last bit and start all over again. This one has got to be perfect. Especially if it's eventually going to end up in Keith's hands:

You are a song to my heart,
You chase away the storm.
Your shining smile unveils a part,
Of light that keeps me warm.

I do not like this one either. Guess I'll just have to try try again. At least the one Candice and I are working on sounds better. I have a feeling this project is going to be an instant A+. I can only hope.