Entry One — Anna's journal
Dear journal,
It’s me, Anna. I just wanted to write stuff here since I don’t really know how to say any of this out loud. Anyway… we’re moving to Florida. Mom got a job there and apparently she “can’t miss this great opportunity.”
It’s just been the two of us since Dad died, so I guess she thinks this move will… I don’t know. Help? Fix something? Whatever.
Which means I have to start over at a new school and try to make new friends. I don’t want that. I want to stay here in New York with my friends. I promised them we’d graduate together, but… looks like that’s not happening anymore.
I don’t even know how I’m supposed to explain it to them. It feels like I broke a promise I swore I’d keep, and I hate that. I honestly don’t know what to do anymore.
— Anna